Shawn Bourdo

This week starts the Best of 2023 series of lists. The movie lists take you to Asteroid City with Oppenheimer and we’re showing up.

This week there’s a jug band Christmas party barbeque at the castle in the sky. The boy and the heron are still in the valley of the wind.

This week is a toasty vanilla combination of Godzilla and the Muppets. Gojira shouts “We’re the best of buddies.” to his Reese’s Big Cup.

The week there is some coldplay with the cherry cordial ice cream. Napoleon and the scientist meet the boogeyman for a duel.

The week Holly is one of the warriors who offers poems, prayers and promises. The long riders and the Muppets deliver the cheesy pizza remix.

This week Priscilla sings us a lullaby that’s a horse’s tale. It turns out to be a cure and a curse much like the Cheeto’s pretzels.

This week it’s a time of change in Y3000 so sit back in your rockin’ chair because we are now in color from Cut Bank, MT with our hot cocoa.

The week Mr. Roboto brings us flamin’ hot queso cheese. The wind blows all five nights at Freddy’s and the sinner gets heatstroke.

This week there’s a photograph of the masque of Red Death. Don’t look now but the answer to who saw her die might be butter biscuits.

This week we go one on one in the crawlspace but don’t be afraid of the dark. The best game shows of all-time are no match for dinimita.

This week from the Y3000, the Midnight Club says, “Suicide in painless,” and the sisters take Carrie to the pet sematary.

This week not a day goes by without a revelation like the U.S.S. Butterscotch. We ride two stagecoaches with the baby and caramel popcorn.

This week Henry Sugar held a street taco and shouted “Send in the clowns”. The Joker arrived with a smile on a Summer night, the stalker.

Scooby-Doo! and Superman’s dog, Krypto team up to solve the mystery of what happened to the Justice League of America.

This week Carmella Creeper is dead again in The Void. These days if I had a hammer there would be a death in Venice and one in Flavortown.

This week everything I cannot see was a stuffed in a garlic crust. There was white lightning and voo-dew for Gator and Archer.

This week we are in the shadows and under the influence in a broken dream. The enforcer and outlaw Josey Wales loves sweet dragon chili.

Count Chocula and Margot are at the wedding and it’s muskrat love. The Mayans are kicking and screaming about the loaded tacos.

This week the frogs and rabbits are all dressed for the Fall Festival. We’re in harmony over bitter sweets and we’re going for a skinny dip.

This week there’s some urgent care for the Super Mario Bros. It’s a rad double chocolate Chex Mix for your lovin’ arms.

This week we say “Chim Chim Cher-ee” when other’s say “It’s bad for ya.” Pudd’nhead Wilson celebrates hot peach and cold brew.

The Omega Man is hanging on the telephone to hear about the cotton candy and the Juneberry. The pearl is beyond the pale.

This week Oppenheimer and Obi-Wan get a big bounce from Passionfruit Punch. The biggest part of me might be a mashup of Twinkies/Ding Dongs.

This week we’re going two miles an hour for chocolate lovers and chocolate factories. The biggest part of me takes a Caribbean Splash.

This week is full of cookie dough and Cookie Rojas. We’re holdin’ on to yesterday in the heat, down to the bone, with the dial of destiny.

This week we go to asteroid city on a beautiful day and it’s the moment of truth like popping candy. Dead City is the last of Sheila though.

This week the brotherhood takes on the Sandman and the show must go on. We celebrate with beef, brownies, and patriotic cupcakes.

This week the best that you can do is to be a Connecticut Yankee in Mr. Roarke’s Court. You can transform to tangy ketchup and habanero chips.

This week there’s a pickup on South Street when you’re gone. It’s the Gilded Age of black pepper ketchup and buffalo chicken sandwiches.

This week our final task for the 100th entry is for Mr Blue Sky to bring us eternal sunshine, eternal moonshine, and a Dr. Pepper float.

This week we head to the slow West with our sick puppy to get a Carey Treatment. We are squares who dig s’mores and BLT sandwiches.

This week we are slip slidin’ away down the quicksilver highway. The old pro is shining on the creamy, the crunchy, and a chipotle ketchup.

This week it’s just you ‘n’ me in Babylon. Once upon a time . . . in Hollywood there was the murder of a rock star with cheesy bacon.

The week it’s between a summer freeze and a fire to walk with me. We say, “Let’s Dance” in a moonage daydream with extras.

This week we live la dolce vita with queso on our twists. Beau is afraid to taste the blood of Dracula only to find out it must be love.

This week we zoom the cam in on your wildest dreams of blackout cake, apple cinnamon pastries and a baby bundt with drizzle.

This week we don’t have a beef with Megan, Maria, or Minari. We do shine a spotlight on some good bananas and bad Ranch.

This week the bodies, bodies, bodies are pushing daisies at the Mendocino County line. The peeps are Pepper and Pepsi, not Topaz.

This week we are under the meta moon with stardust in the Garden State. We found a good person with wicked lips but reality still bites.

This week we heart cereal in our ice cream and cheese in our chips. There are moonshine war games and we’ve been mistaken for a space oddity.

This week we move towards the pitch black West in the Ol’ 55. There’s the high life with Coors-sicles and Roulette Doritos.

This week we move with a fast twitch but we want you to stay. There’s a Dain Curse and rogues of war under silver lake.

Thar she blows! This week revolves around the tale of a whale. It’s Moby Dick, Dicky Moe, Mobius and the whale of a pizza at Pequod’s.

This week there’s a killing and a nightmare that’s meaner than evil. There’s strawberries and cream and that’s how deep your love is.

There’s a starry flare at the red harvest. You’ll get crunch’d for a fistful of dollars in the pastures of plenty.

This week we’re breaking good with the most Oreo. We trip to Pandora and we drift through the High Plains. But they will never tear us apart.

This week we go maverick for the Cap’n’s birthday. There’s a dead man’s hand and a danse macbre all just to take your breath away.

This week we have Doritos turning red and Doritos the color of a pale blue eye. It’s a rainy night in Georgia at the White Lotus.

This week things are all quiet on the Western Front further on up the road. The Swiss Miss is on Pandora among the Indians.

This week there is roadwork so easy a caveman could do it. There’s euphoria about a Twix bar, honey mustard pretzels, and we take you home.