In which Buffy hops in her DeLorean, guns it to 88, accidentally runs over Einstein and goes back in fuggin tyme.
You know this stupid teenage club, the Bronze, the one that can never happen in real life just like the vampires and shit which is the whole point of this made up show? Well anyway, I think that place looks like a major fire hazard. Maybe now that they’ve shown no qualms about offing main characters, one of the upcoming episodes could feature a little Rhode Island night club fire action. You know the one where all the people burned alive? What? That’s not insensitive, it would be happening on a fake made up show and not in real life. Oh you are just way too uptight.
Seriously though, the “band” playing in this episode needs to die in a fire. They are horrendous. They sound a little bit like Matthew Sweet if Matthew Sweet forgot how to sing or play any instruments and sucked a fat fucking dick. Woof.
The 1950’s was apparently not any safer to be around Sunnyveil than the 1990’s because some stupid ghost (hey it’s Sol Star from Deadwood, or if you prefer, Kenny Powers' brother) is haunting the place... WITH A GUN. And he fills the cafeteria’s lunches WITH SNAKES. And fills the high school halls... WITH BEES. AH NO, NOT THE BEES! NOT THE BEES! OH GOD!
And then Buffy and the detective squad of dorks save the day and nothing else interesting happens. Aw, just when I thought we were getting somewhere.
Also: STOP SAYING FUCKING WIGGINS YOU SHITHEADS. JESUS ALREADY.
You know this stupid teenage club, the Bronze, the one that can never happen in real life just like the vampires and shit which is the whole point of this made up show? Well anyway, I think that place looks like a major fire hazard. Maybe now that they’ve shown no qualms about offing main characters, one of the upcoming episodes could feature a little Rhode Island night club fire action. You know the one where all the people burned alive? What? That’s not insensitive, it would be happening on a fake made up show and not in real life. Oh you are just way too uptight.
Seriously though, the “band” playing in this episode needs to die in a fire. They are horrendous. They sound a little bit like Matthew Sweet if Matthew Sweet forgot how to sing or play any instruments and sucked a fat fucking dick. Woof.
The 1950’s was apparently not any safer to be around Sunnyveil than the 1990’s because some stupid ghost (hey it’s Sol Star from Deadwood, or if you prefer, Kenny Powers' brother) is haunting the place... WITH A GUN. And he fills the cafeteria’s lunches WITH SNAKES. And fills the high school halls... WITH BEES. AH NO, NOT THE BEES! NOT THE BEES! OH GOD!
And then Buffy and the detective squad of dorks save the day and nothing else interesting happens. Aw, just when I thought we were getting somewhere.
Also: STOP SAYING FUCKING WIGGINS YOU SHITHEADS. JESUS ALREADY.
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