After what seems like a horrific never ending year, this movie marathon thing seems less useful. Who needs to watch these movies? We’ve basically lived them! And we haven’t even gotten to Act 3 yet, apparently!
Like a true nature’s child, we were born, born to be wild. We can climb so high, I never wanna die. So, I will soldier on with the 11th annual 31 Days of Blood and Gore. I have already curated the list and I’m looking forward to some of these. Who am I kidding? Even the bad ones are going to be great. How can you go wrong with The Velocipastor?
If there was ever any doubt about carrying on this tradition, I ask you this: What the hell else am I going to do?