Ok, I know I wrote about this the other day (yesterday? whatever) sans viewing, and then you all came along and told me to go read Iowahawk’s transcript. Once I started reading that I had to go watch the fucking thing, because, well, you just have to know who “Another emo music d-bag in a jaunty thrift shop straw chapeau” is, because the pool of potentials matching that description is just HUGE.
So I watched the fucking thing. And while I’m très tempted to haul out the special message I’ve already passed along to these delightful, if somewhat retarded, children, I think this totally rates a new one:
