You can never come back from the dead…
…unless you’re Fred Krueger or Muller. And yes I know I just referred to myself in the 3rd person, but you noticed so that makes you just as big of an asshole.
I owe a lot of apologies for missing last week’s episode.
I’m sorry my immune system was as weak as Venom’s villain, barely even able to fight one-on-one with a symbiotic virus. You’d think being white would have given me a better result than Indian Elon Musk.
I’m sorry I made you all miss another riveting episode of RMwRM, and most of all I’m sorry for putting subliminal messages in the audio from last weeks non-episode that’ll train you to love our show like we’re Josie and the Pussycats.
I Dream Of Sawsgiving
And I’m stronger than ever. Fully prepared for, not a scary day, but a mostly boring, and mind-numbing day, I pulled out my fruit platter and got to slouching.
Last year was 7 SAW movies in a row.
This year…EIGHT Nightmare on Elm St. movies. That’s over 12 hours of Fred Krueger, which is longer than Pinocchio’s nose after being tricked to answer questions at a furry convention.
Get to the episode, chumps.