Happy Cinco de Mayo, pendejos! This is the one time of the year that Jorge reminds us all that he IS in fact Mexican. We're throwing our kids in the creek and getting stupid as fuck with the newest jump scare extravaganza. Join us, as we cook Trader Joes carne asada, drink craft beer designed to look like Tecate, and listen to Mexican ska. Oh yeah, we're also going to talk about The Curse of La Llorona. (Review starts at 30:55)

I normally go through an agonizing process of trying to find something fun, informative, or interesting to write here; not today. I'm on vacation in Belgium right now and have been trying to post this for two days. So in order to meet the required word count I'm just telling you this. This right here. Yup, all these things that I'm saying now are for the word count. Will anyone read it? Probably not, just don't tell Barkan.

Son, if you ever say another derogatory word about Elvis Aron Presley in my presence again, I will kick the living shit out of you! This ...