Mister Skeleton

In which a realization dawns upon Mr. S

If I paid for a Shakespeare and got a Dekker I’d be pretty pissed too

, or What You Will

In which Mr. S fires shots against all pre-1966 football records

Excuse me while I kiss this guy

The Partridge Family meets Dexter meets The Last of Us, it’ll be TV gold

In which Mr. S encourages certain readers to step away and take a deep breath

I enjoy a jamboree as much as the next guy, but what I really live for is a bonanza

Tired: arch-rival | Wired: arch-NEMESIS

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