learned:
* Yung: you're drinking vodka before noon?
Marquess: it's brunch somewhere in the world.
Yung: but not here.
Marquess: i'm a ghost. time has no meaning for me.
* the messenger pigeon nuzzles up to Pigeon.
Pigeon: sorry, babe, same-species sex is for the birds.
* Pigeon: why are all these slips of paper depressing sob stories?
Yung: tumblr's fault.
* Marquess: would you like to hear the origin story of the term shotgun?
Mike: if it doesn't involve Kurt Cobain i ain't interested.
* brother: my senile old man is obsessed with the Abominable Snowman. also, Hitler was abominable, whoops, sorry...
* brother: he should live with you!
sister: he should live with you!
Mike: i hate fighting.
* the gang get there and see the old man has frozen to death outside in the cold.
Mike: I LOVE POPSICLES!
* Mike: i heard burning to death is worse than freezing to death. or maybe it's the other way around. but do you know what's really painful? getting eaten by King Hippo.
* Pigeon stares at the grieving sister's vagina.
sister: hey! my breasts are up here!
* the gang see the swastikas in the father's secret room.
Mike: oh your pops was a Buddhist?
* the old man defrosts and goes after Marquess with an ax.
Marquess: why am i scared? why am i running? i'm already a ghost. i really need to stop drinking.
the Abominable Snowman eats the old racist man and holds up a sign that reads December 18th.
NOTES FROM MY NETHER / only the finest programs of television / your host this evening is early and wears no robe, 83optics on youtube but you know him better as THE LATE PHOENIX / come and mull over the monastery mulled wine, see what's on / N O T E S
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