Yes, this flimsy premise is still going on - blasted with unknown radiation from a shrink ray he built out of old Magnavox parts and a Super Soaker CPS 3000, White Cosby has shrunk down to electron-microscopic size in order to find inner peace on the dune

Come, my dreamland citizens.  You've had a lengthy ride in the naptime car aboard the Snoozy-Chug Express, disembarked from the SlumberBurg Station and are deep within SleepVille, where White Cosby reins supreme from a throne of hay and goose down.  I k

  You are at peace.  You breathe in the spirit unknown, filling your lungs and, as each bronchial passage is saturated with the essence of life, an overwhelming calm consumes you.  The oneness of all beings, the quality pervading all creation is, at o

"Hello everyone - my name is White Cosby, and I am addicted to everything." With those words, White Cosby began the long, hard road to recovery.  After snorting, injecting, licking, digesting, investing in, rubbing up on, absorbing, basking in, being ra

Tick-tock.  Tick-tock.  What is that?  Is it a clock?  Yes, obviously.  But it's also the heart beating in your chest, ceaselessly drumming onward into the grave.  You, however, probably emit a sound closer to a dying Chrysler, what with your arrhyt

Hortative (adj.) - tending to exhort; encouraging Hedonism (n.) - he doctrine that pleasure or happiness is the highest good So there you go.  White Cosby is back in a human body, his metallic frame rusting in the noonday sun.  Now, what you

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...Not "invalid" as in "not valid."  That would just be silly.  This episode is just as valid as any other, just as full of sound advice and just counsel.  White Cosby, while his faculties remain, is spending every waking hour fixing the problems of th

The world is coming to an end, and we are to blame.  Humanity, through its constant selfish behavior, has plunged the planet past the breaking point, and now it's only a matter of time before the seas boil, the coasts crumble to dust, all animals turn on

  Live from high atop his mountainous bean empire in the wilds of Peru comes the latest bracing cup'o'joe from White Cosby.  The finest, purest waters are brought to a boil, the Chanchamayo have been crushed to a fine dust, and your mug is now brimming