Were you as confused by the first paragraph as I was? I just want to make sure I'm not having a stroke.

I might be very tired, but the end of the first paragraph in this review makes absolutely no sense to me.

If you're in Detroit, you'd be running to the Detroit Medical Center. Because it's Detroit and you've probably been shot and it's way too easy to make these jokes because: Detroit.

Are we talking about Angelina Jolie's kid?

Someone has to.

I ashamed to share the state with this man. I'm going to put him in the pile with Ted Nugent of people I like to pretend aren't really from here.

"Pump It" is a different song all together. Shamefully, I know this from Just Dance 3. It's got a surf vibe to it, so it doesn't immediately want to put a drill through my ears.

He's the Louis C.K. of Vikings.

Scruffy's sake? Hey that's me!

La-Dash-a

It's YYZed!

I remember Friday the 13th being a huge TV event (for my family, anyway). We all had our 3D glasses that you had to pick up at some store or another, I can't remember since I was a wee child. As I've said before, my family didn't care what the fuck I watched when I was a kid.

She has to get by for her goats.

*Starts humming 'Living in America,' lights sparkler, which doesn't go over well in small office setting*

I only stream shitty 80s horror movies (Hatchet 2, I'm looking at you), so I have no idea.

It was a one in a million chance and you took it. Way to reach for that brass ring, my friend.

But did he find a way to make $20 an hour just by working from home? Until then, no dice!

I made the mistake of watching it with my mother who then starting asking questions about questionable times in my young adult life. Times when, yes, I was very high; but, no, I don't want to discuss it.

So we can only watch one show that starts with "O" and ends in "Black"? Is that a thing now?

You should probably go back to your home there. I heard there were plumbing issues.