Brother crews are dudes. Just a few dudes. Just some dudes. Just doing what we can do. Taur and Wolf stop by and made it seem so easy and perhaps standard, but looking back on all of Amara's cry laughs while editing this one, it seems, in the famous words of Lil Wayne: "We got one." Critics have likened this particular episode to Infinity War, Empire Strikes Back, as well as FarmVille in 2010. It's really fun I think. This Season 3 crux is complete debauchery with just a couple of really nice fellas that happened to grace our presence. We talked about gettin' Wolf'd, the croudsurf culture at WASC, the Newcastle freak dogey, Miami Nights malfunctions, Keith's Beautiful Twisted Fantasy, Firehall Breakdancing to Weezer, The psychology of developmental and generational junior high shenanigans, recounting The Great Hornet War of 2007-2008, smiting down a ghost with a hotel Bible, the gorgeous Caribbean aquamarine glow of Baja Blast, Taur's Donkey Kong tragedy, and then a serious question at the end. Lol.
