The House That Road Built

ATTENTION: All viewers/listeners currently tuning into @bigboyspodspot on your podcast computer machine dial... Please be aware that this episode of the podcast, as with every episode before it, can be experienced in its' entirety and thoroughly enjoyed without ever bearing witness to its' most glorious counterpart: Road House But damn. Feels good just reading the title doesn't it? The holy grail of edited celluloid. A cinematic experience so elating you'll wish you had a second set of flesh to melt off for an encore screening. Alas, does this siren doth not beckon back the rippable throats of her buffoons with each repeat viewing? DOTH SHE NOT?! Fuck yeah she doth dude! You better believe it! And so it has been since the dawn of Road, henceforth it shall remain until the end of The House Of Double Deuce . And, as I know from experience, one is bound to ***double down*** my deucing clowns; you'll want to take some precautionary measures I have found... useful before entering this tentalating tub of cinematic sensory overload... *** IF YOU PLAN TO FULL THROTTLE ENGAGE WITH Road House YOU MUST PROTECT YOUR NECK*** Leaving your neck exposed will not only greatly increase your risk of personal injury, it could very well signal disrespect to the ways of the Wu-Tang and the vitale importance the devout Shaolin monks have impressed upon the sanctity of neck shielding. Here at @bigboyspodspot we've said it 93,000,000 times already. We'll say it 94,000,000 more: Wu Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with. Wu Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with. Wu Tang Clan ain't nothing to fuck with. Follow us @bigboyspodspot