Just imagine what would have happened if Travis was constipated.
A meaty post is coming soon, honest. But in the meantime, enjoy this commercial for Scorsesum, the headache relief preferred by four out of five psychotics on a downward spiral.
Obviously, I'm not trying to re-invent the movie blog wheel here. I'm just never lacking in opinions about movies, pop culture, news, and other assorted hoohah. And my mailman has put a restraining order on me, so here's my place to vent.