You can’t be Mickzilla. “Why not?” I don’t know why exactly. You just can’t. “Godzilla’s a Jew!” He’s not. “Kai Jew.” Kaiju, Mickey. It’s a Japanese word. “Godzilla doesn’t have a foreskin.” He doesn’t have a dick! He’s a giant reptile, and he’s not even that: it’s a sweaty guy in a rubber suit. “Regardless. … Continue reading Spare The Godzilla, Spoil The Drummer