Parts 3 and 4 – Everybody blew their load all over Wally Brando before giving the ugly folks a chance to get off. Let’s piss ourselves over how funny it was, agreed, but to then jump on some theoretical bandwagon about how it’s this and that about nostalgia and a replica of an unconventional and historically poo pooed artist both fooling and appeasing his benefactors idealized projections – is just a bunch of horseshit. It was just funny. Period. You know how when somebody explains why a joke is funny and in so doing sucks all the life out of it. It’s kinda like that. To continue, it was a huge risk and huge payoff, but why wouldn’t they think they could pull off a left – of left field – move – in a world of time bending revolutions? I think the big surprise is how gleefully surprised we were. It’s like, can’t the sad man get some too?

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