Dr. Frank wants me to send a "Treacherlanche" to his new song, "Institutionalized Misogyny". It's more like a "Treacher snowball that I throw as hard as I can but you barely feel it against your foot when it just sort of plops there," but I'm glad to help. It's a country-rock-type song that I can imagine Jerry Garcia singing if he still had vocal cords and any sort of neural activity to control them, and it's got clever lyrics, and I'm flattered that the guy from the Mr. T Experience is bugging me for hits. Little does he know, huh, my 47 loyal readers?