phalsebob
It's all very meta. He needs scratch himself, and take a casually cool swig of beer, and emit a manly belch. Then he starts circling a subject like a goat with ergotism. He bleats at it and is confused when the problem does not evaporate. He is a dimwitted philosopher, a stoner with no bud. He really has no specific idea, per se, but rather dances an interpretation of the earnestly confused.

Scynne
I had that exact facial hair style until a couple weeks ago. I had kept it for years...

also: "The floor of the earth... which is the dirt."