Corn Syrup is in EVERYTHING! It knows no political boundaries. It discriminates against no man, woman, or child, regardless of race, creed, or social mores.
There’s a shitload of loners, losers, perverts, and weirdos who need to know which music will spice up the idiosyncratic flavors of their particular sex lives.
It seethes with hellhound hiss and blood sickness, all in high-contrast black-and-white with sanguinary splashes that’d give Herschell Gordon Lewis pause.
With elections approaching, I’m reminded of Kerri Strug, the itsy-bitsy US gymnast who won hearts when she cracked her ankle, yet managed to smile though it.
Mr. Dickens’ Workshop is great. The kids learn all about the Industrial Revolution while having a chance of being pulled into the rusty, blood-spattered mills.
Glance at the sleeve art once or twice, take large chunks out of the press release, and intersperse it with random phrases from your little sister’s diary.
Gen X’ers and Gen Y’ers should quit believing all that stuff about how great it was back then, and start enjoying life, because things are a lot better now.