One more trip to Poland. Drive Angry. "The price of beef goin through the fuckin roof," Pizza Hut stinks. Flunkin' Donuts. Cobra Kai season 3 is untenable. 2nd Watch Round Up: Spider Man Homecoming, Once Upon A Time In Hollywood (sorry), and The Martian. Overrated artists, "masterpieces," and Purple Rain. (More like purple complain)

Circle In The BLAND. Olympus Has Fallen. Soft tale about a Soft Tail. Cereal killer. 24 Hour Shit-ness. The Write Stuff. Jack Valentine. New Year's Peeve. Drum Less'n's. Best of luck, Collins. 

Hindsight is 2020. (Get it? What a year!) Christmas eve. Christmas day. A bunch of movies & shit I revisited, and you might like, or something? George Clooney stinks. We're never coming back from COVID, because most people are subservient, brainless sheep. Happy new year!

Christmas Eve, from Studio F! Christmas eve's & Christmas days of my yout'. (Which I generally hated, shocker) Dad/eh dude. The double bass dilemma. The Mandalorian season finale. Politically Incorrect Batman moral quandry. Coming To America II ("tWoOo?!") trailer. Rick Ta Life. 

What dreams may (inexplicably) come. Drums coming together. The trouble with motorcycle related outerwear. Corona Christmas. Mandalorian re-cap. Mank? No thank. Tom Cruise meltdown.

Joke slinger Eric Roacha and social commentator Jordan Penis Powers join the pogrom this week, in a surprise guest episode extravaganza. We get into Eric's show at a park Saturday, Jord's disdain for Kevin Costner and Thanksgiving, and Luke's pernicious pussy snub, along with getting kicked off of "Hinge" thanks to the letter N.

Studio C. Drums: the cure for an existential crisis. Thanksgiving run down. Match.com still stinks, maybe I'll remember in another 5 years when I waste $120 on it again.

"A-musical," and my brother was even worse. Optimus Crime. Men drivers really let me down this week. The Great Reset. Face Mask Mania. Convertibles stink. Mandalorian Season 2 is off to a rip roaring start, fam. 

The motorcycle diaries. Ghost books, and the "hairy hands." Politically Incorrect Batman shoot. I like great actors. 

Chicken chasers. Guns N Roses rant. (Yes, again.) Good bye, Sweet Southern Heat Private Selection Potato Chips. (It's not my choice) King Sized Snickers got even smaller, and .35 debit card fees at the Arco station. (Collusion?) Bothering famous people, and complaining about people driving too fast, as if I couldn't sound more like a middle aged man.