Music: And, yet, he’s somehow still less embarrassing than The Streets.

Almost out of the woods. Thanks for your patience, y’all.

In the meantime – with the emphasis on mean – I present the following musical “treat.”

Regular reader and forgiving commenter asked what horror villain I’d blame my recent lameness on. Good question. I blame the hypnotic power of the Leprechaun’s dope rhymes.



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