From the Couch Hole: With Parts Made in Japan
By Shawn Bourdo |
The week Mr. Roboto brings us flamin’ hot queso cheese. The wind blows all five nights at Freddy’s and the sinner gets heatstroke.
From the Couch Hole: ‘Til You Come Home Again to Stay
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: It Seems I Don’t Get Time Out Anymore
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Through Early Morning Fog I See
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week from the Y3000, the Midnight Club says, “Suicide in painless,” and the sisters take Carrie to the pet sematary.
From the Couch Hole: I Just Go On Thinking and Sweating
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Don’t You Love the Farce
By Shawn Bourdo |
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 Krypto, Too! DVD Review: Plays Cards Across a Vast Spectrum of Fandoms
By Shawn Bourdo |
Scooby-Doo! and Superman’s dog, Krypto team up to solve the mystery of what happened to the Justice League of America.
From the Couch Hole: I’ve Been Out Walking
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: As the Ocean Crawls Onto the Shoreline
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week everything I cannot see was a stuffed in a garlic crust. There was white lightning and voo-dew for Gator and Archer.
From the Couch Hole: In the Days Between the Hours
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Doin’ the Town and Doin’ It Right
By Shawn Bourdo |
Count Chocula and Margot are at the wedding and it’s muskrat love. The Mayans are kicking and screaming about the loaded tacos.
From the Couch Hole: Is This the Only Place You Thought to Go
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Too Long in the Wind, Too Long in the Rain
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week there’s some urgent care for the Super Mario Bros. It’s a rad double chocolate Chex Mix for your lovin’ arms.
From the Couch Hole: When The’s ‘Ardly No Day Nor ‘Ardly No Night
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: I’m in the Phone Booth, It’s the One Across the Hall
By Shawn Bourdo |
The Omega Man is hanging on the telephone to hear about the cotton candy and the Juneberry. The pearl is beyond the pale.
From the Couch Hole: Try to Stay in the Middle
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: There’s a New Sun Arisin’
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week we’re going two miles an hour for chocolate lovers and chocolate factories. The biggest part of me takes a Caribbean Splash.
From the Couch Hole: My Yesterdays Have All Gone By
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Don’t Let It Get Away
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: See the Lights Do a Long Slow Fade
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week the brotherhood takes on the Sandman and the show must go on. We celebrate with beef, brownies, and patriotic cupcakes.
From the Couch Hole: I Know It’s Crazy but It’s True
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: And in the Day, Everything’s Complex
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: And Today Is the Day We’ve Waited For
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: I Fell Asleep Amid the Flowers
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: The Information’s Unavailable to the Mortal Man
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Simple and Free
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: While Color Lights Up Your Face
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: To Take the Blues Away
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: You Chased the Day Away
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week we zoom the cam in on your wildest dreams of blackout cake, apple cinnamon pastries and a baby bundt with drizzle.
From the Couch Hole: Show Me Where to Look
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: As the Sun Sank West
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week the bodies, bodies, bodies are pushing daisies at the Mendocino County line. The peeps are Pepper and Pepsi, not Topaz.
From the Couch Hole: Stare into Space
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: You’ve Really Made the Grade
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Well, My Time Went So Quickly
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week we move towards the pitch black West in the Ol’ 55. There’s the high life with Coors-sicles and Roulette Doritos.
From the Couch Hole: Not Really Sure How to Feel About It
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Call Me Ahab
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: I Know Your Eyes in the Morning Sun
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: I Slept on the Ground in the Light of the Moon
By Shawn Bourdo |
There’s a starry flare at the red harvest. You’ll get crunch’d for a fistful of dollars in the pastures of plenty.
From the Couch Hole: ‘Cause We All Have Wings
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Watching in Slow Motion
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Tryin’ to Find a Warm Place to Spend the Night
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Where the Road Is Dark and the Seed Is Sowed
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week things are all quiet on the Western Front further on up the road. The Swiss Miss is on Pandora among the Indians.
From the Couch Hole: Take That Look of Worry, I’m an Ordinary Man
By Shawn Bourdo |
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.
From the Couch Hole: Best of the Rest 2022 – Haunted by the Ghost of You
By Shawn Bourdo |
The Best of Everything Else shows me to be the outsider. Let’s celebrate 2022 with the best food trucks, songs, books, and snacks like it’s 1999.
From the Couch Hole: Best of TV/Streaming 2022 – Let Justice Be Done Though the Heavens Fall
By Shawn Bourdo |
You better call Saul or Maude because this week is the best television of today and the past. There is euphoria and love means everything.
From the Couch Hole: Best of Film 2022 – Movies Are Dreams, Doll, That You Never Forget
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week I consider all the films that crossed my path in 2022 including but not limited to Shells, Fabelmans, Godfathers, and Ben Franklin.
From the Couch Hole: In Our Hearts We’ll Understand
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week it’s a quick Zapp’s and you will say nope to Halloween. There’s mint chocolate Twinkie because Valdez is coming.
From the Couch Hole: Sharing My Secrets and Wishing My Wishes
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week on Wednesday at four past midnight the lady is waiting. Mog the kitty says that December will be magic again.
From the Couch Hole: Some Things Are Not Spoken of
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week we bring the holiday heat. There are fairy tales and fable men in search of the castaways. Are clusters good? You be the decider.
From the Couch Hole: When It Gets Dark, We Go Home
By Shawn Bourdo |
This week we celebrate a perfect day. There’s a hypnotist, screamin’ sriracha, and a legend of lobo. Trust is here and so is Brownie Batter.