#July2019

‘Mr. Robot’ Final Season Trailer: How Many People Have You Had To Hurt?

Bro! Let’s fucking go! Trailer for the final season of one of my favorite shows of all time.

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‘Mr. Robot’ creator jokes that final season is “one very long Christmas special” and I’m down for this!

mr robot final season christmas

Sam Esmail! Got jokes! Apparently, Mr. Robot‘s final season takes place across one week in Christmas of 2015. This has lead the dude to proclaim it a “Christmas special” while I proclaim that I just need this shit. Now.

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‘Mr. Robot’ officially ending with its fourth season, and I’m happy with the decision

mr robot season four final season

Shout out to Mr. Robot for not overstaying its welcome. You know, like so many shows. Its creator Sam Esmail confirmed that its next season shall be its last.

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‘Mr. Robot’ likely ending after next season, which is good cause don’t drag out dope shit

mr robot season 4 final season

Mr. Robot‘s first and third seasons are some of my favorite television, ever. However, an unwatchable second season is sandwiched between. In my eyes, this is attributed to a lot of stalling by the writers. So, I’m glad that the next season of the show is the last. Some straight-up end-game shit. No stalling, no fucking around. Fuck society.

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‘Mr. Robot’ renewed for Season 4, which is great fucking news to me

mr robot season 4 renewed

Mr. Robot is getting a fourth season, and man, maybe we can have nice things. Even though I’m three episodes behind, the third season of the show has been blowing my ass-hairs into orbit. However, despite it’s fucking quality, I haven’t heard many people talking about it. Well, whatever the fuck, whatever the case, we’re getting more of the show. Good.

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Monday Morning Commute: Bro, that is bad ass

monday morning commute bro that is bad ass

Monday Morning Commuteon a fucking Monday? Up is down! Left is right! The Earth is saved, humanity operates on a higher than base, cruel level, and the Eagles are winning the Super Bowl!

Nothing makes sense, friends! Nothing! But, here we are anyways.

Nothing makes sense, friends! Nothing! But, when has it ever, anyways?

I hope you’re doing fantastic. May your sexual glands be drained, your cups full of your beverage of choice, and your stomach stocked with your preferred form of caloric corpulence.

This right here is the aforementioned Monday. Morning. Commute! The weekly wank-off session where I tell you all the things helping me get through this particular work week. Then! Oh, then! Just as importantly, I hope you’ll share what you’re up to in the comments.

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Monday Morning Commute: It’s Just A Fountain Soda, Who Cares?

monday morning commute you saw nothing

Reentry into reality sucks, today. My bowels are still building seriously slippery turds. My sleep schedule is fucked. My brain is staggering around, attempting to figure out how to imbue in students a sense of urgency and discipline that I myself don’t have. But, what can I do? Knuckle up, hunker down, and bang out the rest of the semester.

What can, oh whatever can get me through this week? The rest of the semester? Why, a multitude of things! Why, a multitude of things, condensed into two.

First, the various distractions, distinctions, and arts and farts I’m about to list below!

After all, that’s the whole point of Monday Morning Commute. To share you’re looking forward to this week.

Second, your happenings this week, in the comments section!

After all, that’s the whole point of Monday Morning Commute. To share you’re looking forward to this week.

Without further ado, adieu, to the preamble.

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Weekend Open Bar: Live Fat! Die Full! It’s The Only Way!

weekend open bar live fat die full

Hello, friends! It’s Weekend Open Bar! Pull a chair up to the hearth. Summon your favorite chemicals from the servo-droid behind the counter. Pop off your pants, oh, I know, they’re a bit tight from this week’s corpulence. And relax! Just straight-up fucking relax with me. Your co-host, your champion, your spirit-guide. Let us move together through a miasma of revelry, consumption, contemplation, and companionship.

What are you up to this weekend, comrades? Shoving any old ladies out of the way for a discounted blender at TarMart? Catching up on any stories on the TeleVisor? Trying to rationalize the utter depravity that is your diet these past few days?

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Weekend Open Bar: I Eat Stickers All The Time, Dude!

weekend open bar i eat stickers all the time

Friends! Friends. I’m at a level of fatigue that I do not usually reach. Oh, the ethers from beyond beckon me towards slumber. Like not eternal slumber, don’t get me wrong. More like, oh, I don’t know. Eating six Pop Tarts, drowning my esophagus in ice cream, and drifting off. Drifting off where? Ideally to the Astral Plane for a good twelve or so hours. Just ripping ass, snoring, and healing my weakened mind-shafts.

The good news?

The good news is that I am of that privileged sort that has the weekends off.

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Monday Morning Commute: a canopy of lights and leeches

a canopy of lights and leeches

It seems that Monday Morning Commute dropping on Tuesdays is going to be status quo for this semester’s installments. For that, I apologize. For that, I fall upon a rusty sword forged from old Diet Dew cans and crunchy socks filled with old spillings of my proto-children.  If you’re wondering how that’s any different than when I fall upon my futon to do some nightly reading, I can only say this. Touché.

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