Cilantro Bodega

Adjust your scope and move in closer.

We're all shite. Hunks of sentient carbon on this flying ball of rock and water, hurtling through space at 900 miles per second, through a galaxy that we are an infinitesimally insignificant part of.
Kings whose dynasties ruled for hundreds of years are forgotten today. Relagated to the dustbin of history.

You will die after a terribly brief interval upon this earth, be chucked into the dirt, and forgotten as your loved ones slowly stop bringing flowers to your grave. Eventually, your progeny, if you are lucky enough to have them, will forget where you are buried. Barring being some powerful psychopath who slaughters millions, you will be utterly disremembered except for a possible footnote on ancestry.com.

The world will move on and you will not. You will rot. So will we all.

And one day the Sun will explode and the great magnificence our species has created shall be snuffed in an instant. We as a race will have, metaphorically and literally, bit it.

So a bit of feel good words written on parchment isn't going to matter. Equal.
Hah. We're equal before we are alive and after.

That's it.

Plant of the Apes-thousands of years in the future, apes have taken over California. In the subways live a group of mutant Mormons with psychic powers who are trying to pass Proposition 10, a law that would ban the Strain of marijauna that turned the apes intelligent. The battle that ensues is anything but monkey business.

I'd destroy the current trend of remakes, reboots, pointless sequels and superhero dreck and we (my panel) would come up with new ideas. Then flesh them out. Make them irreverent. Lampoon everything.

With the unsullied...


C'mon. You just came out of a Fricking tunnel! Withdraw to said tunnel and hold them off with 1-2 men.

Damn, grenn beat mag the fricking mighty in a tunnel!

why spaghetti though? Arguably the most boring of all pastas.

Cover yourself with mud for sun and bugs. I Could probably survive on the scraps of food in my beard.

The Drapes of Wrath-the story of two interior decorators and their constant fighting over curtains in depression era Hollywood.

That's just runoff from the secret Nazi base.

Anyone ever tried it with shells?