All hail the return of your friends trash-talking you while also whooping you at a video game!
Phil Collins’ post-divorce sex party album is darker than I could have ever imagined.
It’s like pretending to be a fireman when you pee in a urinal, kinda.
Gods, ghosts, and games are keeping us happily busy this week.
Summer and beer are good friends.
We’re reminded that included under the umbrella of “everything” is everything that gets flushed into the sewers. Also: other reviews!
