True Story©... The Floor Is Lava
Rona life has made shit super weird this spring and summer. One good thing to come of this is that having to wear a mask everywhere has allowed me to operate as NOBODY, as opposed to having to employ Moe Phillips when I need to complete my shenanigous behaviors. No one sees the whole of my face and beard, and lord knows if I wear a hat, I could rob a fucking bank. Don’t worry, I fear prison rape FAR too much to actually go out and commit felonies. One thing I have discovered in my not having left the house is The Floor is Lava on Netflix. My interest had more to do with having played some version of the game as a kid in my grandma’s house in the enormous den downstairs. It should be said that Rutledge Wood is as bad on this show as he was on Top Gear America, and if I had the option or duty to regularly leave my house, I might not have bothered watching the show if not for him alone. Naturally, I am not in my house glued to my television all the ti