Mark fights aliens, Josh watches robots, and Jay punches out his feelings.
Fly, my pretties! Into my mouth hole!
Opinions are like assholes. When a huge pile of records drops at the end of summer, Mark and Josh both have assholes.
Mark wallows in gore, Josh laments the passing of brilliance, and Jay finishes what he started.
Summer is for Kickin’ Back in a pit of quicksand.
…but seriously, Phil. Get help.
Turn around, bright eyes. A solar eclipse can’t prevent new music from coming out and being mostly bad.