Poochie Mane is totally in your face.
I was late due to that thing I do where people pay me to watch guys hit each other.
Dear Boy is back and it’s everything I loved the first time, along with some new tricks.
This was born of a combination of the name “Blockbuster Night”, invoking memories of Godzilla film rentals from my youth, coupled with the fact that production genuinely sounds as though it’d fit nicely over a kaiju battle.
When I see Hardcore Pawn, I tend to wish it were “Hardcore Prawn”.
My friend Derek made this on his lunch break and sent it to me.
Snidely strikes again.
I spent two hours looking for “that alcohol or car commercial the song that kind of sounds like Mumford & Sons; it has folk guys doing folk shit.”
As it turns out, it was a music video for a song I already had in my iPod. That being said, I’m now a professional at using iSpot.Tv.