Coming to you live from Planet Neil, it’s Gambling With Insanity!!! Yes, it’s another week and another guessing game as to when I get this up. Maybe I’ll bang it all out by Thursday, but you know the deal. I will definitely get it to you before the Sunday games though, and maybe I will just partition it like I’ve been doing every goddamn week, or maybe not. I DON’T KNOW, OKAY???
Sorry. Anyway, last week saw us stumble along with a 7-8 finish, which isn’t awful but it still might mean that Davy lost a fingernail or something to his bookie. We’ll get positive results sometime, if only because it has to happen eventually, right? If I was in Vegas right now with my shitty picks, I wouldn’t be in the casinos or hotels, I’d be in a fucking grave in the desert that they made me dig myself, those evil bastards. Anyway, football beckons, desert graves can wait a day or two, and let’s just do this fucking thing up all nice and right.
New England (+5.5) at LA Rams
So it seems Little Bill has some fight left in him. I mean, it’s probably too late to matter, but he has made the Patriots claw back to .500 and with it, he has rescued some of his dignity and reputation. Not that he deserves either of those things given that he is almost certainly a sociopath which all successful head coaches must be. Okay, perhaps not a sociopath because these dudes feel shit like anger, but he is not a dude who likes to have dinner with the family every night, or even have a family. But again, maybe that’s not fair because he does have a couple of his sons on the coaching staff, but that may just be the only way they can see him. He is legendary for basically living in his football office, which is probably dank as hell with old fast food containers everywhere and mold and fucking spiders climbing his 4k HD monitor that he uses to obsessively watch practice recordings. Fucking piss bottles everywhere like Howard Hughes. The man is not socially acclimatized, he has been institutionalized by the NFL.
Humorless, Bill Parcell’s chief hatchet man only cares about one thing: winning football games. He would sacrifice his own baby for a measly win over the Jets or some shitty team. The problem for Little Bill is that without Tom Brady he is basically just a normal guy, nothing special, with a fucking addiction to football. That obsession might very well pay off for him if he gets these Patriots on a roll, making a desperate last gasp towards the playoffs. But even then, a lot of other teams need to lose to even make this possible, so Little Bill might just be sacrificing babies for no good reason other than they taste delicious.
All of this is meaningless gibberish (lol when is it ever not?) if the Patriots can’t trip up the Rams who find themselves in first place after Seattle shit the bed against the Giants and made me look like a damn fool and I don’t enjoy being made to look like a fool, Seattle, you latte drinking motherfuckers. Okay, technically, the Rams and Seahawks are tied for first, but the Rams are the team on the move and can make a serious run, I think. But, again, just like Little Bill needs to trip up the Rams (the spirit guides would like you to note that The Patriots first title was against the Rams), the Rams need to beat the Patriots to keep on rolling with that momentum and also for the good of the division, which is highly competitive, but these fuckers keep losing to shitty teams so maybe it isn’t actually the best division in the NFL. An ass-whipping of the Patriots, though, would go a long way towards making the best division thing credible.
And all of this will happen in an empty stadium while coyotes roam the streets, maybe trying on outfits on Rodeo Drive, bringing back lots of valuable shit to their children, who just look at it and then piss on it because it’s not food, it’s not water, it’s just a bunch of bullshit that the coyotes want nothing to do with. But in the Hills, maybe they are still partying or maybe they are hunkered down, scared of the plague, and they roll around on their dresses and drape themselves with jewelry and the coyotes see them and they laugh at them for being fools.
And that’s when the fire starts to creep in, just a mad world of plagues, coyotes and fire. All those warnings about the future, all those annoying hippies with their Mother Earth fetish, they aren’t happening in the future because the future is now. Right now, it’s happening, and the Rams might have to play with fucking volcanic ash floating down on them. The world is angry with us, and quite honestly, I don’t blame it. But shit, at least you get to watch your football games.
Pick: Rams
Green Bay (-7.5) at Detroit
I like Darrell Bevell. I think I really like him. Some real Spirit Warrior Energy there. But that won’t mean a fucking thing when the Fords hand the keys to this Edsel to either someone they can study the bible with, or someone who knew a guy who won something a few years back, or a howler monkey who just screeches through the games, maybe its coded, who knows? But the important thing here is to not let yourself get too attached to poor ol’ Darrell Bevell who just wants to hang out with Dr. Bert Fever and shoot cougars.
That man could be your Detroit Lions head coach, but the various failure demons which attach themselves to every little thing Lions related will never let that happen. And even if he did somehow sidestep all those fuckers, le nain rouge or whatever that little imp who prowls the streets of Detroit is called, crackheads, the fucking police, whatever, the Fords would still tell him to keep walking while they organized search committees and bible study groups which is how we end up with an 80 year old Wayne Fontes as head coach, maybe there was a resurrection in one of those groups or committees and you just gotta do what the ghosts say.
All of this is meaningless as it pertains to this week’s game, when The Devil comes by to trade secrets with le nain rouge who may be The Devil’s son if I understand the charts correctly, but The Devil only likes dudes or so they say, but maybe he fired one off in some Detroit lady vampire and that’s how we do a nuclear family in the D. But no, The Packers will likely move swift (non D’Andre) and do great damage because The Devil will make them do it, and maybe Matthew Stafford will rally like those southern boys who already lost the war but have to keep fighting, but in the end, it’s just the same shit you have always known, just presented in a friendlier package than the walrus man who rapes coeds as his tusks gorge into her roommate.
Pick: Green Bay
Tennessee (-7.5) at Jacksonville
Pick: Tennessee
Dallas (-3.5) at Cincinnati
Last I checked, Jerry Jones was overseeing an Underground Sex Dungeon that began somewhere in Mexico and ended up in Joe Burrow’s penthouse in Cincinnati. But Joey’s knee burst like an overripe melon meeting a machete and now Jerry has a backload of exoticos and with the wait, they are realizing they are human beings and they turn on Jerry and his cadre of perverts and goat god priests and nobody knows what in the fuck is going on in Dallas.
But that’s why you might see Jerry Jones stumbling through traffic in his underwear, hands cuffed, mouth agape in that classic I don’t know what was last in there shape and America’s Team is really having some hard times. Of course, they deserve them, which may sound mean and petty in this fucked up world of ours in which we should be joining our spirit energies to overcome the madness and the plague, but fuck all that, I want to see the people of Dallas reduced to animals, the elderly can be chained to their death rocker or whatever they ride in, but cannibals get loose, that sort of thing.
That may seem a bit extreme, but these fucking jerks are the ones trying to draw out the never ending horror show that is our electoral politics to some fantasy Waco callback and these fuckers are just all mentally degenerated. How can you ever put something this broken back together again? It’s a whole new world and the freaks, both good and bad, are multiplying at prodigious rates and Joe Burrow better make sure that his new titanium knee didn’t get infected with Jerry’s love juice, which is corrosive enough to burn right through that metal, and that’s what you get for running whores and medical supplies through the same tunnels or dungeons.
Pick: Bengals
Arizona (-2.5) at NY Giants
It doesn’t seem right that these two teams are only separated by one game. The 6-6 Cardinals have been fun, maybe even good, in the harsh NFC West, and with Kyler Murray and DeAndre Hopkins, they have two fully nuclearized weapons. And then the Giants are 5-7, their quarterback is a shitter and there’s really not a lot of energy here, is there?
But here’s the thing: the Giants are tied for 1st in the NFC East while the Cardinals are pretty much locked out of the playoff picture. It doesn’t seem right, it doesn’t seem real, and those smug New York fucks get to keep their mugs in the picture even if it debases football and reason itself.
I want Arizona to kick these idiots and keep them down a little while longer. The Giants might be that team that always snakes their way to the Super Bowl, but goddammit not this year, which probably means that is exactly what will happen this year. If it does, I am just gonna ignore the whole New York of it all and choose to celebrate Jabrill Peppers, one of the Giants captains, and a true Spirit Warrior who rocked the maize and blue even though it meant playing for Brady Hoke. But Peppers got Harbaugh in that narrow window when Harbaugh still had some fire left in him, and was the talisman of a team that was an Ohio shenanigan refs and poor ball spotting away from being truly special. If the Giants do one of their stupid oops what’s this a Lombardi trophy deals, I will be genuinely happy for Peppers. But, I’d rather the Giants just lose.
Pick: Cardinals
Houston (-1.5) at Chicago
The Bears are so wretched that they lost to the Lions. lol owned. It seems peculiar to me that Matt Nagy still has a job given that the offense is shit and that is his deal, and also that Nick Foles publicly shit on him. That’s, uh, that’s not a very good place to be. I mean, it should be an automatically fireable offense if at the end of the season you look up from your place in the standings and see the Detroit Lions ahead of you. It’s not necessarily there yet, but let Darrell Bevell get his cougar hunting energy going and suddenly Matt Nagy is the guy with his pants around his ankles and fire licking at his balls.
Romeo Crennel has seen some shit in his 463 years on this earth, and too often that’s meant that he was plucked from a perfectly good assistant role to be the head man in charge of whatever fiasco that would have Romeo Crennel as a head coach. I mean, it hasn’t been all bad. Got to embarrass the Lions on Thanksgiving. But, this Houston team is not one that he will be around for when the masks come off next fall. He’ll land a job somewhere, he always does, but this man was not made for head coaching. Still, in his ancient bones, he can still call a better offensive game than Matt Nagy right now. Also, he has the better quarterback. That often helps.
Pick: Houston
Denver (+3.5) at Carolina
Both of these teams are of utter shit, but no one knows how deep the shithole goes with quarterbacks being dragged off because of the plague and who fucking knows if Christian McCaffrey will play, injured or maybe his dad got him a 3 game contract and you can sit the other 13, I don’t know but that whole family plays the game and after a while, Ed has probably figured out how to game the system for his boys. He’s got a couple in college, QB’s, which is where the real money is. Of course, one got chased off by a syphilitic Harbaugh (I can only work with what rumors I have) and the other is being groomed to be Nebraska’s savior, which means a lot of running and getting smashed in the old bean. Ed has to juggle his boys skills and potential with their various head injuries. Maybe he will have Christian sit out yet again and then the whole gang can meet up with Ed’s old hetero life partner, John Elway, who tossed him all those touchdowns in the glory years when the Broncos did such things and weren’t ruined trash. Do they even need to play the game?
Pick: Carolina
Minnesota (+6.5) at Tampa Bay
Minnesota still has a shot at the playoffs, but they have to get hot now and not lose again, and how in the fuck are they gonna do this when they are sending out Kirk Cousins of lowly Sparty birth to war with TOM FUCKING BRADY of Michigan maize and blue and Nordic thunderstorms of PERFERCT SPECIMEN FURY? All I am saying is that Kirk Cousins is a turd, while Tom Brady is the best quarterback of all time. That might matter here.
Cousins hasn’t had a horrible year statistically, it’s just that this is what his bottom line looks like every year. Big numbers while the team flounders and the owners wonder why they let the GM talk them into a dude who may as well be a recruit for Blackwater or Academi or Xe Services or whatever the ungodly fuck they are calling that shit now. Cousins is almost like an old CIA op, only the CIA has privatized and sends out Christian soldiers like Kirk Cousins to throw touchdowns and to make sure no brown people make it over the borders.
Now, I can’t say for sure what cell Cousins belongs to, or what his ultimate role in all this is, but in a country where conservatives have started huffing ether and fantasizing about secession again, anything pretty much goes right now. Like Cousins could throw six touchdowns and then open a mega church as the 7th touchdown and various alt right groups and religious dweebs will take that as a signal to start America 2.0, which is a lot like America 1.0 only now the racism and fascism is text instead of subtext.
Good Christian Warriors will save America according to the Cousins mildewed brain types out there, and Captain Kirk (like on that tv show hahaha) will be a good citizen and a role model for all young… OH SHIT, hold the phone, it’s TOM BRADY and he will eviscerate Kirk Cousins and his Good Christian Warriors, because he comes with the amoral power of Valhalla and the gods of the Pure North with his exotico bride, who is really a Pure North German girl spawned in the funny farm that is Brazil.
The dazed Good Christian Warriors try to reacclimatize themselves to their new Nordic Gods, which is who they really wanted to worship all along, but the Nordic Gods like Tom Brady and Gisele don’t give a shit about the lives of these peons and have wine tastings and orphans to sell from their excursion to the Amazon, where Gisele wanted to find her Brazilian roots. “Eeewww, why aren’t they white?” she asked Tom as he spearfished naked with the chief of one Amazonian tribe, and Tom just laughed gaily and said the darker they are the juicier they are while an entire platoon of workers hewed down the trees around them to build a palace for Tom and Gisele.
Tom Brady is everything that Kirk Cousins aspires to be, as a man and a quarterback, but Kirk Cousins is a peasant and Tom Brady has transcended the piddly mores of modern society to stalk the fields naked and take what he likes and it isn’t that he wants to destroy simple folk, it’s just that they are as ants to him as he tries to picnic in the garden of our mortality.
Kirk Cousins could howl full throated but Tom Brady wouldn’t even hear him because do you hear ants howling? No, don’t be ridiculous.
Pick: Tampa Bay
Kansas City (-7.5) at Miami
Miami is good at bending but not breaking on defense, while Kansas City is good at not worrying about whether you are bending or breaking because they’re over here dropping bombs. This could be a glimmer of something if Tua decides to chase Mahomes here, but we’re probably not there yet.
Normally QB changes don’t happen in the middle of a playoff run, but the Dolphins are trying to do that as they push Tua to evolve really fucking fast as a fucking shark like Mahomes comes calling to raise hell and terror amongst the drunks on the beach. Tua can’t stand toe to toe with Mahomes yet, can he? I mean, shit, he could in college, but college is all about having your friends around to make things easier for you. Mahomes didn’t have as many friends in college as Tua did, but now he’s in the pros and has all the friends he needs while Tua is trying to update his Instagram but ends up sending an awkward picture of him half blinded by an accidental selfie while he was sitting on the toilet.
All I’m saying is that it’s different now, here in the pros, where Mahomes is the Big Dick MVP and Tua is the kid trying to catch up. Mahomes already has a Super Bowl and the only Super Bowl that Tua has been a part of was the Dolphins annual self love orgy for that undefeated team party at Old Man Shula’s place and that night wasn’t supposed to end with Don taking his false teeth out and offering Tua his blowhole as the rest of the Dolphins chittered in the back. But these things happen, and next year he’ll know to just say no thanks when the old man tries to teach him about sailing again.
But that is next year, and this year, the party isn’t that great, it’s mostly just old guys talking about the good ol’ days in the 70s which as far as Tua is concerned might as well be the 1870s because he’s not just a generation removed from these drooling idiots, his grandpa doesn’t even remember those Dolphins teams. And Tua has to just be patient and hope Old Man Marino, who tries to play his big brother but he’s old as fuck too, doesn’t try to get him mixed up in that cocaine smuggling that goes on in the shallow waters overlooked by Shula’s oceanside home.
This should be a good place to party, but not until Tua can free himself of the spiritual beach wrecks that make up Miami Dolphins football. And while Tua can’t get the party started, Mahomes is just gonna keep his party going even if the Kansas City women are all flat assed daughters of the soil. Tua can have his fancy friends, just like in college, but Mahomes already has his dick invested in half of America’s heartland.
Pick: Chiefs
Indianapolis (-3) at Las Vegas
The Raiders managed to get right against the Jets, but it was the Jets, so who really knows what in the fuck is going on out there in the desert, lonelier even than usual, people probably starting talking to themselves more which happens when you’re isolated, maybe you start creating characters with their own voices, different pitches and tones, that sort of thing, and the next thing you know you’ve got a schizophrenic thing going on, and remember, it’s the desert, so it’s even harsher than the rest of broke ass America, and there might be a coyote who wanders by and maybe you imagine that the coyote is one of your characters and you start throwing your voice and now the coyote talks to you, but is it the coyote or is it all just in your head and that’s when you reach for the .45 but it’s not a gun it’s your own bloody fingers eaten to the bone.
Anyway, that’s how things are going in America lately, and the Raiders are still trying to get some sense of themselves and their place in it. It’s new and weird, and nobody knows what the fuck to do so everyone is busy screaming at each other on the internet and cosplaying Civil War scenarios, not realizing that when the shit falls, they will be the first ones eaten. So, it’s not a great time to be trying something new and setting up roots in the fucking shapeshifting desert and this is going to end up an X-Files episode or some shit, but the Raiders continue on pretending to be The Raiders, but they’re not and you know they’re not and so what are they?
That is the question I have been trying to wrap my head around this season with them, and I’m still left with nothing because of the amorphous shape of this whole thing, with no roots and no answers to questions we can’t even ask yet, and I guess it is just a generic football team coached by guy who used to be one of the best and maybe still is, but even that can’t be pinned down as the dust swirls and you try to look through it, and maybe you see some things, Derek Carr throwing the football, but the dust gets too wild and you realize it was all probably just a mirage anyway, and do they even play football out here?
The Colts at least have a home. Sure, it’s Indiana, which is an underrated trash state, but still. Okay, I don’t know which is worse, belonging to nothing and no one or belonging to the state that at one time had the highest rate of Klan members among its population and it isn’t even the fucking South! Indiana is a mean state, that MAGA delusional dipshittery runs wild, and the only half decent people are probably the fucking Amish farmers who still probably do unspeakable things to their sons and daughters in the name of the Lord. People think of Indiana as being midwestern, but it’s really closer to Kentucky than, say, Wisconsin. And I’m talking the really scum fuck parts of Kentucky, not the Spirit Warrior boys who have deep roots, but the kind that are all hooked on oxy and their own misery (who, shit, might be well and the same now). It is American as America gets if you understand that America is a fucking dark place with no values other than try to get some while you can. That is Indiana, 1950’s cartoon America filtered through a lens of hopelessness and fear. Of The Other and also of The Self.
Las Vegas is where the American Dream gets stretched and contorted into perverted fantasies and then eventually dies in a maelstrom of hangover vomiting and regret. But Indiana is where all of that shit lives the rest of the year. Indiana is what makes Las Vegas possible. It is the cartoon version of heaven and hell that the pea brained average Indianan can imagine. Every time a baby is born in Indiana, the bottom line of Vegas grows fatter. The Raiders and Colts are both battling for playoff spots, which means their cities will be featured in the neverending commercial that is America from November through February, and maybe that is fitting in the worst year of our country’s record. Okay, the 1860s weren’t so hot either, but you get the point. Vapidity and misery are all that America has to offer the world right now, and let these sports teams reflect that.
Pick: Colts
NY Jets (+14) at Seattle
The Seahawks were taken down by the Giants last week, and to be beaten by both New York teams in The Year of Our Lord 2020 would be humiliating. This almost certainly will not happen since the Jets are an embarrassing wreck of a team closing in on the hallowed halls of the Lions majestic 2008 0-16 season, joining Jets fans and Lions fans together in a cacophony of misery, doomed bells ringing forever and ever and ever.
But the Jets still have that Joe Namath Super Bowl to cling to as the toilet bowl of life swirls, taking us Lions fans who have nothing to grasp onto except for that literal piece of shit as we descend into the sewers of our souls. Jets fans can gather around that pathetically old symbol, Joe Namath’s flaccid dick, and try to imagine the life that once flowed through it. Is it better to have a Joe Willy dick to cling to, or is it better to simply have nothing at all, and to let yourself go wherever the waters take you?
It is a Buddhist riddle that you won’t know how to solve until the time comes when you just do, but in the interim, it sure is horrible to have to be fans of these fucking teams.
Seattle fans, meanwhile, have to be somewhat nervous about how this season is playing out. Russell Wilson is out there conquering like Col. Kurtz, doing everything he is supposed to do while the world forgets that he’s even out there, transfixed on the shiny things that adhere to Eastern Standard Time. Russell Wilson could kill a hooker and it wouldn’t make the news because Seattle is behind the front cycle which is really a thunderstorm that never slows down for anyone.
But even while Russell Wilson builds his kingdom of insanity, there are holes here, things to be poked at and if an outsider comes along and knows which places to poke, the Seahawks might unravel and the West will be won by the ruthless, not those who come to put down roots but those who come to claim all the roots that are already there. But none of that will be tested this week because the Jets can’t even do a flyover without one of them fucking up the formation.
Pick: Seattle
Atlanta (-1.5) at LA Chargers
If two aimless, pointless teams play a game without any fans, did the game really happen? That is what these ghosts might answer or maybe they won’t and maybe this is a pocket universe where souls who are in between gigs can play a game of football. Who is to say?
Pick: Falcons
New Orleans (-7.5) at Philadelphia
All the Eagles needed to do this year was put out a competent squad that could win the hollow NFC East, but these fuckers can’t even do that right. They have adapted to their surroundings, just a shit team in a shit city in a shit country. It happens. The Eagles who won that Super Bowl don’t exist. They are just a memory for coked out werewolves in the night or for our boy Tosh here, who I’m glad got to see his team escape from the shithouse for a moment. But for Tosh and all Eagles fans, that night is another world away, buried by COVID demons and cops killing people, but it will all be okay because the new President is from Delaware, aka the state that does Philly’s taxes and crunches their credit, so there is no need for anyone to worry because taxes and credit card debt are comfortable things you can build a life from, right?
RIGHT???
They are coming to take the fillings from your teeth while you sleep because even the fucking dentist knows your credit score is not given in numbers but in the tears of pain of a dying child.
Pick: New Orleans
Washington (+3) at San Francisco
The 49ers tried but were felled by the Injury Gods and it’s hard to see them revving it up for any reason in this dystopian nightmare world we are living in. Fake fan noise sounds like the dying notes of a song that never should have been written, and even if you get lucky and don’t get concussed you will probably wake up with a big X written on your fucking door to warn people away from your plagued existence. So, no, not a lot of enthusiasm from the 49ers this week, I should think and oh yeah, aren’t they playing their games in Arizona or some ridiculous place now because California doesn’t want them spreading chemical warfare all so the advertisers can still get a couple of dollars out of this shit?
It’s just rotten energy, and no one should want to play this fucking game, but like with the Giants, the Washington Football Team (for fuck’s sake) are tied for 1st place in the NFC East, so this is a real barnburner with playoff implications!
And by that, I mean the teams will be herded into barns which will be set on fire as a sacrifice to gods so old they don’t have names in the hopes that one of those oldster gods will take pity on us and stub us out like a smoked cigarette so at least we won’t have to ring in the season with plans that we were gonna cancel anyway because no one knows which joker has the bullet in this game of Russian Roulette that has turned things so fucking dark in the horror of our daily lives.
Pick: The Team With No Name
Pittsburgh (+2) at Buffalo
Well shit, the Steelers went from being unbeaten to losing to a team with no name, which I guess makes some sort of cosmic sense in this whole mess of a season/year. And now they come into Buffalo as underdogs, which is a really quick slip from the top to wherever the fuck the Steelers find themselves now, just sliding down the ice while the Bills, who were genetically engineered to use the winter as their 12th man, wait for them and press on as the AFC East Winter Kings.
Brian Daboll is getting a lot of hype as a dude who somehow managed to make the Bills an offensive force, which hasn’t been their identity since Jim Kelly, Thurman Thomas and Andre Reed were desperately slamming at the Super Bowl Door that never quite opened. And Daboll is getting that hype because he took Josh Allen, that Wyoming Cowboy with tools but no idea how to use them, and turned him into a professional killer. Or Quarterback. Really, they are the same thing.
I might even poke my head in there if I’m, say, a Ford heiress, but for now it’s become clear that Daboll has molded Allen and captured an identity for this team that had been missing since the days Bruce Smith held up the defensive side of the deal while the aforementioned trio did their thing offensively. And a win over the Steelers here would make a hell of a statement not just in the here and now but in a sense to break the Steelers before the playoffs even get started.
Look, I’m just happy I can talk a little football without having to summon old gods or make you want to hang yourself. And it makes me happy that the people of Buffalo get to enjoy this because of the whole thing that I would write about that would bring the nooses down. Life right now is something we’ve never really encountered before, but it’s the small things that get you through, like your Buffalo Bills being inexplicably good.
Pick: Bills
Baltimore (-3) at Cleveland
Man, it’s sad that 2020 has fucked up what should have been, and may still be, an epic showdown for the soul of the Cleveland Browns. The Ravens pandemic nastiness has kind of fucked with their whole thing here, which is unfortunate because when they have that concert of offensive running and defensive power, they can be damn near unstoppable. And I would have liked, and I still do to some extent, to see the brash Cleveland Browns try to take that team down, not just for playoff or divisional rivalries, but because those fuckers used to wear your clothes.
I have been waiting for both of these teams to be good to really get into the epic drama of it all, and now that it’s here, I’m a little pissed off that it will be in a fanless milieu with robot voices modules buzzing and humming as it chases the algorithm of human emotion. It’s almost an insult, a slap in the face to all those who like their hatreds deep and dark and raw as fuck.
We can pretend that this will be the blood feud game we’ve all been waiting for, but COVID has stolen that from us too. Fuck your grannies and uncles with one lung, I’m pissed at COVID for robbing the world of the essence of GRUDGE FUCKING BRUTALITY. Passion, death, like Henry V at Agincourt, played out as sport. But no, it will be robot hummings and news that your barber is in a fucking coma .
Pick: Baltimore
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