As the title clearly shows, I completely forgot that the Switch port of THPS 1+2 came out. Not that I haven’t already played through the PS4/5 version 30 times already, because I have.… Continue reading
Woke up around tenAlready fully preparedTo relax all day Ah yes, cold pizzaThe breakfast of championsWith extra olives The salon is fullIt looks like our appointmentWill not be on time A maskless jerkfaceGets… Continue reading
Good Moleman. Let that be a lesson, kids. Never try. If you want some butter, it’s under my face. It’s Friday, July 16th, Two0TwoOne. The weather in Astoria is 85˚ & Pantone 15-3919… Continue reading
Holy shit, I made it. Day 300. That’s pretty fucking nuts to think that I’m still spitting out all this schlock and you are all still reading it. Thanks, Mom. To celebrate the… Continue reading
I’ve been breezing through the WCW canon faster than a 24/7 Title reign. This could be attributed to the fact that Rachel has been going to bed super early, I’ve been staying up… Continue reading
He sits there stiffly, patience growing slimmer by the second. It’s not moving. It never seems to be moving. It never will be moving. It’s probably construction. Or a broke-down truck. Or maybe… Continue reading
What’s up, dudes and dudettes? We finally made it to the All-Star Break! Rejoice! This means that for the next 4 days, we are free from the shackles of setting our lineups and… Continue reading
Holy crap, what a gloomy week it was. When there wasn’t cheap pops and crackles filling the sky, rain clouds were. The only days that it didn’t rain, it was so unbearably hot… Continue reading
The sweltering heatThings I do to see deGromLike burning my knees Video’s too longAlready hyped from lineupsBut the crowd goes mild The Nido shuffleFinding holes where some don’tAnd grabbing asses Ah, that’s a… Continue reading
Good Moleman. That’s odd. Usually the blood gets off on the second floor. And it smells funny in there. It’s Friday, July 9th, 202One. The weather in Queens is 81˚ & Pantone 19-4052… Continue reading
