My Brother and the beer cop have passed the point of no return and are on the way to outer space. Boston is as tired as it ever was but the internet STILL makes no fucking sense and coughs up eyeball treats for those with the patience to find them. Like me! And through our hard work, like you!
I need it. I need to play it forever and ever and ever until I smash all the badgers and eat all the blue trout.
If I ever have kids, there is no fucking chance they’ll be allowed to watch shit like this. I’d rather let them watch Rock N’ Roll Nightmare on repeat for 2 years than let them watch awful singing beavers. But y’know.. that’s just how I feel.
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