Wow, so he's still at this, huh? And still in love with his little catch phrase.

Black Potsie Weber? Wow rage-monster and Nick-at-night junkie.

He spent fifteen years getting loaded
Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded
Now what's Bob gonna do now that he can't drink?
The doctor said, "What you been thinkin' 'bout?"
Bob said, "That's the point,
I won't think about nothing
Now I gotta do something else,"
OI OI OI!

Oh, this fartnocker. Yes I remember him well.

If he was really drinking at least he would be a little fun to watch.

The long uncomfortable silence at the end gives it away. How could I have gone so long without getting the joke.

It's a troll. Jesus Christ, OF COURSE it's a troll. This guy probably lives in a third floor walk-up in the Village with an Irish Setter and a male fiancee.

An acolyte of the shrieking white hot orb of rage.

He's just mad that his mom cut his hair like that.