Suicide Sundaes – stop your grinnin' and drop your linen. Every Sunday, electblake of Earmilk will bring you the weeks dirty servings, and some old favorites through a throwdown-throwback to simpler times. A time when bangers were big, remixes were bigger, the bassline bled, and we didn't care about anything as long as came in kicking and left screaming. To hell with sketchy Sunday, we want to shove another dragon down the hole.
We all know why you care here – You want to punch the person beside you and for them to love you for it. I was never a big fan of roofs either – push it until you bust it.
Oh and yes – I got some step in here, but it's not my fault – new producers see the step as harder (or maybe just more interesting) and it probably is. At the very least it's what the kids are paying for so everyone flocks accordingly – so as to not break from character – I dedicate this to blondes, blush, bass, and blaming it on my A.D.D (which, given the setting, probably comes in reverse order)
