Let's unwind the grind of reality with Pick 70:"Hey, Slick!" Flick Pick: 30 Second Egress--Waingro's Got to Go Six Feet Below (Tense Diners and Body Bag Trunk Liners) (30 Seconds Flat, Café Chitchat, Downtown Combat and a Grim Reaper Rat); (Heat, 1995)
Today, we discuss--the most horrifying hockey mask adorning monster since Jason fstars Voorhees, but, upon deeper reflection, Waingro gives me more willies than Voorhees, the likelihood Waingro uses rubbers to minimize his criminal DNA coupled with the liklihood he is already nursing an STD, how chasing, tackling and smothering your curly haired Appalachian accented dame on a hill behind her home is neither romantic nor a friendly game of touch football, how easily Val's ponytail could get stuck in the vault door, why diner grillers' should be paid a heftier salary and treated with more respect, when you see slick shiz leaking out of an armored guards ears, the polite, societal approach is to write your message down on paper with a colorful crayon and had Neil's crew simply possessed one suppressor for their pistol, Waingro would have been dispatched and disposed of which would have spared the life of that sightly red bra wearing discrete street hoe.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: The bank is worth the risk, me, I'll let them stop--but never frisk, receiving my bank heist schematics on floppy disk Neil-Falsetto Prophet-McCauley and my co-host, snorts a little coke, drinks a little Dr. Pepper, uses salty language to turn up the HEAT and increase the pressure: Vincent-Brother J-Dawg Hanna
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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By Falsetto ProphetLet's unwind the grind of reality with Pick 70:"Hey, Slick!" Flick Pick: 30 Second Egress--Waingro's Got to Go Six Feet Below (Tense Diners and Body Bag Trunk Liners) (30 Seconds Flat, Café Chitchat, Downtown Combat and a Grim Reaper Rat); (Heat, 1995)
Today, we discuss--the most horrifying hockey mask adorning monster since Jason fstars Voorhees, but, upon deeper reflection, Waingro gives me more willies than Voorhees, the likelihood Waingro uses rubbers to minimize his criminal DNA coupled with the liklihood he is already nursing an STD, how chasing, tackling and smothering your curly haired Appalachian accented dame on a hill behind her home is neither romantic nor a friendly game of touch football, how easily Val's ponytail could get stuck in the vault door, why diner grillers' should be paid a heftier salary and treated with more respect, when you see slick shiz leaking out of an armored guards ears, the polite, societal approach is to write your message down on paper with a colorful crayon and had Neil's crew simply possessed one suppressor for their pistol, Waingro would have been dispatched and disposed of which would have spared the life of that sightly red bra wearing discrete street hoe.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: The bank is worth the risk, me, I'll let them stop--but never frisk, receiving my bank heist schematics on floppy disk Neil-Falsetto Prophet-McCauley and my co-host, snorts a little coke, drinks a little Dr. Pepper, uses salty language to turn up the HEAT and increase the pressure: Vincent-Brother J-Dawg Hanna
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.