The very finest in fake lies, yelling, and jokes that aren't worth the legwork
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GANG I KEEP MEANING TO DANG TELL YOU, I got to do some guest voice-work for an old classmate/Facebook pal who has a podcast about folklore and spooklepations and similar, and asked me to read a short story about why you don’t fuck with the wee folk! Ironically, sharing this with you requires me to…
ONCE UPON A TIME, mistakes were made. And as far as community-service sentences go, I reckon yelling about comics while watching Star Trek: Picard is getting off fairly easy. In f–YO WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT MY BOY JAMES CALLIS, HOLY SHIT GAIUS BALTAR IN THE HOUSE! Or w–wait, it’s been some years since my…
So, according to these instructions rubber-banded to a can of vitamin soup that just flew through my—thankfully open—window, I’m supposed to review Fables, Vol. 2: Animal Farm and see what there is to like about it? What the hell? Who signed me up for this? THE MAGNIFICENT BASTARD, HE’S ALWAYS ONE STEP AHEAD. (Obligatory reminder…
Look, it–okay, sometimes, a thing seems like a good idea, SOMETIMES you get a tattoo that says “EZRA MILLER AIN’T JUST A FLASH IN THE PAN” across so, so many of your knuckles and then take a big sip of your beverage and check the news six months ago. You have at least heard, I…