The ring of that truncheon thing

courtesy of the damp smelly root cellar beneath www.armagideon-time.com

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THIS JUST IN

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Sam Peckinpah’s STRAW PUPPIES

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“I heard a sound, like a million freelance writers checking every streaming service, used VHS retailer, and torrent site at once.”

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No Alison Blaire, no sale.

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To make up for my long hiatus.

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”I can assure you it has not recurred. Women uh... women sense my power and they seek the life essence. I, uh... I do not avoid women.

But I... I do deny them my essence.”

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“But did we make it?”

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Can you f** like a beast? Have you held the Last Command? Were you Tipper Gore’s enemy? Earned the ire of the PMRC? Did you briefly have Lita Ford in your band?

Lawless songs for lawless cats Lawless songs for lawless cats Lawless songs for lawless cats Lawless songs for lawless cats Lawless songs for lawless cats

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Just experienced the weirdest fucking thing.

For some reason I could smell the inside of a Bradlees store circa 1986, right down to the fabric sizing and popcorn from the snack bar.

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I had this only it was called “sneaking downstairs to watch late night Cinemax while my parents were asleep.”