Season 1
Dismal animation, not-quite-right voices, and a tone that skews harrowing, season one is the clumsy childhood of the show we'd…
Alright dipshits and illiterates, here’s the version where you don’t have to think as much.
My Recollection This is the worst day of my life. The land of chocolate. You looken sharpen todayen, mein herr. The modern wave of gentrification has claimed many a Brisbane…
My Recollection. Hairy yellow drumstick. I’m Hugh Jass. Fire made it good. It’s 2008 and there’s a guy in the middle of Ann street with his pants around his ankles,…
My Recollection. Edgar ALLENpoe! MENDOZAAAAAAAAAAA! The driver is essentially a ballast. Queensland develops urban centres the same way a ginger tans: splotches of enthusiastic attempts one could mistake for the…
My Recollection My ding-a-ling. Scot-ish deer hound. Stringent usury laws. It was somewhere around the turn of the millennium and a friend of mine was labelling a 6-megabyte video file…
My Recollection. Oh, I hate having two heads. The ball is turning into a fat, bald guy. The turkey’s a little dry. Look, feeling boobs is neat and all but…
My Recollection Jewish people. I was just in the neighbourhood. A jazz musician I could understand. The thing about creation is that it’s boring. The results aren’t, the results are…
My Recollection Eeny meeny miney mo. Snort snort snort snort snort. Old lima beans and pumpkin mix. Shame is the new clay from which society is formed. As instinct can…
My Recollection Manhattan. Doogie Howser cameo. You killed me, Bart. If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s don’t try to impress women. Impress them, by all means,…
My Recollection Left-handed pinking shears. That didn’t hurt very much. Ooowaaah. It was when they all dropped to their knees and began hammering the riff to We Will Rock You…