Butcher Billy is back with his latest amalgamation. Homeboy has taken the drug-addled carcasses out of the Oozing Maw of Hollywood, and mixed them up with Gremlins. The result is a strange concoction of human-monster flesh, with most of the celebrities actually looking better than usual. Typically dope Butcher stuff.
Hit the jump to check them out.
The Impossible Reality continues to inch closer. You know, the reality where there is actually a good Superman movie, and somehow (doubly impossible) it is directed by Zack Snyder. Bask in this reality’s approach, courtesy of the first Man of Steel TV spot.
Capcom has laid down a Mega-Ton Bombage today, rocking people of my proclivities (gaming) and age (old). The company is remastering the classic platformer DuckTales. A quick scan of my Twitter and Facebook feed confirms that this is giving most of the people I know raging sex glands.
Folks, BioShock Infinite has almost arrived. The game that I have been sweating only second to HL: Episode III in ferocity. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
If I have learned anything from Breaking Bad, it is that drug smuggling is the mother of invention. While not nearly as cool as using an entire chicken restaurant to smuggle drugs, this enterprising lass used something quite interesting. Her bub-bub cavities.
In Communist Russia, Wonder Woman is attracted to you! Naw, I got nothing.
I could say I understand the jist of these new details, but I’m just like “oh shit new Xbox details. I don’t understand them with my fat brain, but I know I want it.” Do you understand these details? Are you excited like me? It’s a cucumber in my pants, chill out.
If it isn’t enough that I’m jazzed into infinity over Borderlands 2, the pigs have dropped a live action commercial on my ass. I first saw it yesterday during one of them football games, in a room packed full of bro dudes. As they chatted among themselves during the brief interlude from corporate sanctioned violence, I drank in the TV spot while absent mindedly rubbing at my zipper latch. The quality is a bit shit, so I’ll update when a high-quality rip drops.
Denis Medri has imagined Star Wars characters as teens in the 1980s, and the result is about as balling as you would expect. There is nothing like multi-cultural-inbreeding to bring out the rampant nostalgia beasts. They have like a zillion horns, drink only at soda foundations, and have been known to demand their McDonald’s in styrofoam.
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