I will never have children but, if I did, I would show them this. And I would force them to like it because I have nostalgia for it. I would craft them into smaller, more awful versions of myself. They would be a daily reminder of all my faults and my failures as a parent.

But they would probably like Looney Tunes: Back in Action anyway because it rules.

A sulkingly miserable preview of humanity's slog toward the heat death of the universe. Shit, piss, pus, blood, guts, gunk, grime, slime, ooze pouring from our every orifice until we are drowning in it. What can alleviate this hell? Making hell for everyone else around us. Mining our neighbors for everything they're worth and replacing it with shit in kind.

Love it! :)

Fascism used to have some style.

The first act is what I would call "borderline insufferable" but it eventually got there. It's sad to think I won't see Tom on the brink of death like this again. We can pray.

Atomic Bland

Words cannot describe how dead that fucking dog would be.