Like the McRib… we’re back! With James moving to Pittsburgh, we suspected there would be hurdles — and there are — but we truly appreciate all your questions and support.
To answer your questions and address rumors: we are not dead, the show is not dead, we’re not in drunken comas, we didn’t get into a fistfight, and James didn’t join the circus. It’s just taking longer for us to put episodes together. Thanks for your concern!
In this episode we discuss a man who thought death sounded better than Christmas shopping and a boy who punched his grandmother for not buying Rock ’em Sock ’em Robots.
It’s that time of year again — it’s the hustle and bustle of the holiday season — when children try to catch a peek of St. Nick, families sip cocoa by a toasty fire… and the 40oz. of Horror crew is passed out on your lawn in a new-fallen snow.
This might be our last episode before we all die in the apocalypse.
We’ve got our 12 Horror Movies of Christmas, kids! We’re also talking about our own holiday #BoozinGoneBad stories, WTF News?!, and The Walking Dead.
Happy Holidays, everyone!