In which Don discovers hair where there was no hair.
I used to sell those fucking back massagers at the mall. Thumpers, they were called. Two hundred and fifty bucks. Total fucking rip off Brookstone was. And I had to wear a tie. To sell bullshit travel pillows and golf tees. Fuck that place and the seven bucks an hour they paid me.
This is a really boring episode of Buffy. It’s all about Don Juan growing up and relationships and other crap. Is it possible to watch two different television shows at once?
Oh nice, the music at this party is all right. Sounds like trip-hop. So probably Fatboy Slim or some FBS knockoff. Still, as all right a selection as they’ve had all year.
You know who else makes good music? Those nice fellows from that swell band, Pantera. Especially when Phil Enselmo passionately croons: “Fuck the world, for all it’s worth. Fuck every inch, of planet earth.” Sounds of sweet poetry fill my ears.
Everyone seems to be trapped in Buffy’s big ass house for some reason. Hey is that Soul Calibur? BUT HIS SOUL, STILL BURNS.
This was a “bottle episode” of Buffandra, which means huge TV dorks get huge boners about it but who gives a shit about them.
Ah ha, all those butt wipes were stuck in the house because of a curse. THE RETURN OF THE GHOST OF THE CREATURE'S CURSE! Or is it the creature’s curse of a ghost that returns? OH YOU GHOULS! I’LL NEVER HAVE YOU SORTED OUT, WILL I?
I used to sell those fucking back massagers at the mall. Thumpers, they were called. Two hundred and fifty bucks. Total fucking rip off Brookstone was. And I had to wear a tie. To sell bullshit travel pillows and golf tees. Fuck that place and the seven bucks an hour they paid me.
This is a really boring episode of Buffy. It’s all about Don Juan growing up and relationships and other crap. Is it possible to watch two different television shows at once?
Oh nice, the music at this party is all right. Sounds like trip-hop. So probably Fatboy Slim or some FBS knockoff. Still, as all right a selection as they’ve had all year.
You know who else makes good music? Those nice fellows from that swell band, Pantera. Especially when Phil Enselmo passionately croons: “Fuck the world, for all it’s worth. Fuck every inch, of planet earth.” Sounds of sweet poetry fill my ears.
Everyone seems to be trapped in Buffy’s big ass house for some reason. Hey is that Soul Calibur? BUT HIS SOUL, STILL BURNS.
This was a “bottle episode” of Buffandra, which means huge TV dorks get huge boners about it but who gives a shit about them.
Ah ha, all those butt wipes were stuck in the house because of a curse. THE RETURN OF THE GHOST OF THE CREATURE'S CURSE! Or is it the creature’s curse of a ghost that returns? OH YOU GHOULS! I’LL NEVER HAVE YOU SORTED OUT, WILL I?
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