I appreciate that the end of most Madea movies involve Madea running from the cops, usually while swinging a hammer around wildly. Reminds me of my teenage years.

Coincidentally, the remake of The Hills Have Eyes was a million times better than the original.

I tend to get hung up on specific albums that I'll play over and over again until I know every aspect of them front to back and currently that invoves:

Tesco Vee is a national treasure.

That's why you go to Ween shows instead. Better music, better drugs, more deodorant used.

That Fuck Buttons album is in frequent rotation during trips for me. Quality stuff.

It's pretty great, but I can see how it can raise anxiety levels in some. Just switch to an indica.

I tend to trip every two to three weeks. I find it helps with my general outlook on life and they sure do make the lights at concerts pretty.

The last time I did mushrooms was at a 35mm revival screening of The Shining on Halloween. The image of Jack Nicholson rising into frame after putting an axe in Scatman Crothers is the most Satanic image I've ever seen. A+ Halloween.

Maybe it's because their horror section is fucking garbage?

Honestly I have nothing but loud, mean-spirited, Nelson Muntz-y Haw Haws for anyone disappointed who expected David Lynch of all fucking people to kowtow to fan expectations.

So like every single David Lynch project ever created (outside of The Straight Story, of course).

I appreciate Twin Peaks giving a shout-out to Indica-dominant hybrids at the front of the show and then took the suggestion.

That's would be Katya.

NO MILLA, NO DEAL.

I'm getting more and more impressed with Trinity as the weeks go by. She really kills it in the aspects of drag that Pageant queens always seem to wither at and doesn't seem to mind getting a little messy. She's like a hip Chad Michaels.

The first thing that came to mind was "Goddamn, one and a half slices of Pepperoni? Has she not suffered enough?"

Dean Ween's solo on "Woman and Man" justifies the entire existence of La Cucaracha, it's that goddamn scorching.

Give Taika Waititi all the money to make all the movies, thanks.

It's basically Lynch's Troma film and I love it very much.