In which I accidentally look up some spoilers and find out the cancer eventually kills Mrs Buffy dead.
In another very special episode of fuckin Buffy, shit starts getting real when Buffy’s Mom’s shit gets totally fucked right the fuck up. She’s got soome serious medical problems, or in the parlance of Justin Long’s doctor from Idiocracy, her shit’s all tarded and she talks like a fag.
The pain and sorrow in Buffy’s chest stings deeper than any stake the Slayer could possibly plunge into the cold, blackened bosom of the vampires she viciously stalks. Whoops, there’s that fag talk we talked about.
Of course when someone asks the intelligent question of ‘why don’t magic that cancer out of Buffy’s fuckin mom already,’ we are treated to some made up bullshit about how magic and cancer and brains don’t mix. (and well yeah, of course it’s all made up, I’m just saying, this is contrived made up bullshit).
I don’t want to get too personal here, but back in high school my grandfather died when a cancer ate away his brain and obliterated his humanity long before it ceased his beating heart. Grandpa didn’t get turrets like Buffy’s mom apparently does but he slowly but surely when crazy to the point where you had to realize that the person you knew simply wasn’t there anymore. It obviously sucked and was sad as fuck but he was also a really old man with a shitty heart who had done more cool shit than many successful men combined so it wasn’t depressing, it was just fucking bullshit. Also religion is a bullshit superstition. Just sayin.
Christ, how the hell did we end up here? Anyhow, Buffy’s mom doesn’t die yet (You’ve been SPOY-ELLED!) and midgets in rubber slug costumes attack crazy people until Buffy stops them. And Xander made a joke about Mercury and Saturn cars and I’m like, NEITHER LINES EXIST ANYMORE DUMMY. And then in the year 2000 Xander felt like a total wad.
Next episode: no more talk of dead relatives and religion! Also, there are no dumb bells here, there are just my balls.
In another very special episode of fuckin Buffy, shit starts getting real when Buffy’s Mom’s shit gets totally fucked right the fuck up. She’s got soome serious medical problems, or in the parlance of Justin Long’s doctor from Idiocracy, her shit’s all tarded and she talks like a fag.
The pain and sorrow in Buffy’s chest stings deeper than any stake the Slayer could possibly plunge into the cold, blackened bosom of the vampires she viciously stalks. Whoops, there’s that fag talk we talked about.
Of course when someone asks the intelligent question of ‘why don’t magic that cancer out of Buffy’s fuckin mom already,’ we are treated to some made up bullshit about how magic and cancer and brains don’t mix. (and well yeah, of course it’s all made up, I’m just saying, this is contrived made up bullshit).
I don’t want to get too personal here, but back in high school my grandfather died when a cancer ate away his brain and obliterated his humanity long before it ceased his beating heart. Grandpa didn’t get turrets like Buffy’s mom apparently does but he slowly but surely when crazy to the point where you had to realize that the person you knew simply wasn’t there anymore. It obviously sucked and was sad as fuck but he was also a really old man with a shitty heart who had done more cool shit than many successful men combined so it wasn’t depressing, it was just fucking bullshit. Also religion is a bullshit superstition. Just sayin.
Christ, how the hell did we end up here? Anyhow, Buffy’s mom doesn’t die yet (You’ve been SPOY-ELLED!) and midgets in rubber slug costumes attack crazy people until Buffy stops them. And Xander made a joke about Mercury and Saturn cars and I’m like, NEITHER LINES EXIST ANYMORE DUMMY. And then in the year 2000 Xander felt like a total wad.
Next episode: no more talk of dead relatives and religion! Also, there are no dumb bells here, there are just my balls.
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