just finished recording the new episode. pleased with the audio. promised myself I wouldn't push myself too hard today, so I think I will the rest of it zonked out of my brainhole playing video games. everyone should have a day off, and this is mine.
vanilla ice became a trumper, one beastie passed away while two retired, shady never grew up, and machine gun kelly was never good,
but at least we still have blondie.
everyone is wondering if the red hulk is circumcised, but kevin feige isn't gonna give that away in the trailer. you have to see the movie. it's marketing.
every time hannibal speaks, I want to beat him to death with a wooden baseball bat, but then he would be like "de pine is zis sportshman's bat was made in uh cahstle oncsh owned by king froderick of bluchenschtein..."
donald trump is a convicted felon, pedophile, rapist,
and racist whose administration was marred by scandal, two impeachments, and the rise of neo-fascist groups who idolized him.
this should be a layup, but his opponent is a zombie, and sometimes people pick the wrong monster.
[mads mikkelsen as hannibal lecter inexplicably says that the roman empire loved sourdough to feed the great centurion flooveeours and his cat, adjusts his tie]
shut. up. hannibal.
glad the dinosaurs are extinct. it's them or us. "maybe we are the monsters." no. it's the raptors. stop being dramatic. rather fight one thousand john hammonds before one raptor.
