Whole lotta random goin' on

Apollo Sunshine ruled my school AND yours, daddio! Big ups to fellow blog roller Andrew for acknowledging how hard me and Ashley rock.

When Dawn Maries boobies hang out, 37 year old virgins the nation over toast a burning, festering load over their framed, autographed Harlan Ellison 8x10s, right into the center of their Thora Birch Stalking Shrine. She's hot! Goddamn!

You know those Microtouch shaver commercials? It would NEVER in a million years dawn on me to use that for my ears. I would just get some tweezers or pliers or yank really hard with my thumb and forefinger.

Why can't more women look like Leah Remini? Specifically, the "cast" that Top Model show. Those bitches need to eat a fucking sandwich.

Brock really needs to start shouting slogans to the camera and calling the disgruntled white youths into action to "TAKE OUR NATION BACK!!"

Cody sez: "Holy skibbles"

Andy sez: "Shut up, Cody."

(My portion of this conversation may have been wholly imagined.)

Puppet Angel was fucking king sized. Third favorite ep of the year, behind the Cordelia one from two weeks back and the eternal favorite, "The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco." Nothing can ever, EVER, EVAR beat zombie luchadores. When puppet Angel morphed to vamp-face, the tears were of joy and laughter, but quickly turned bittersweet as I realized that Angel won't be doing that, in any form, for too much longer.

Legends of the Hidden Temple is going to give me a Super Pro moment one of these days. I just know it.

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