As an occasional connoisseur of horror both great & Z-grade, 'tis a wonder numbered among the seven that I've not seen until last night this awful piece of claptrap that commands a furious retch. Hath Plan 9 met its mighty match?
And that was the highlight of my weekend.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Thine jaw stands slack 'fore the mysteries of life
Thursday, February 14, 2013
Saturday, February 9, 2013
'cause I haven't posted metal in awhile, and 'cause you know it, no bitchin', 'tis what twixt is
[an infinity of redaction 'cause imma 1.7 track mind and where I do push pen you can't see and you don't wanna be trust me 'cause it sucks like a Mack truck of godawful fuck sixteen tons and whaddya get space cadetted that's what]
Monday, February 4, 2013
Saturday, February 2, 2013
Because I've got nothing better to do
Browns Super Bowl highlights.
The Fucking Ravens vs. San Francisco: God told me to tell Ray Lewis to fuck off. Not to his face, obviously. I don't want to get stabbed or choke on deer antler. The better team comes from the bay, but the better team brayed 'fore Baltimore the last two final whistles, but I also don't care, nor does the Dutch Wizard. Niners 27-17.
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