Chaz Hunt

First off, let me introduce all of you to the worst K-drama in all of New York. It’s known to the public as Bungo Stray Dogs, or as I like to call it, Bingo Star Dust. It starts off with a incel who meets another incel on 7th avenue near Times Square, it’s very mild in retrospect. They later kiss awkwardly, midgets eat this stuff up. Not only does it contain gamers, it also contains gingers, dwarfs, and a fish guy. The story progresses with a s*icidal maniac and a few other blonde dorks beating the utter shizzle out of the New York mafia. Ok as the story progresses we are met with my closest of all homeslices, Aktugawa, the worlds most whiniest loser. Sometimes my bud needs to take a chill pill (alternately ricola) and get his flu-ridden self off my screen. I fear he doesn’t even know the Empire State Building from the Renaissance Center. Keep my city streets clean. Don’t even get me started on the ginger smurf who’s too stupid to admit he’s madly in love with the character sporting Joey-like behavior featured in the film. I can’t even believe these men are in organized crime, all they do is dance and be short. Anywho, this bozo and his gang of misfit poets end up teamin’ with the non-profit group of self-proclaimed “detectives” to take down a mega capitalist and later a Russian. There ain’t many Russians in New York so believe you me this wasn’t an easy task for our boys. Giving it a one star is pretty generous in my opinion, I’m only doing it for my boy Maui, my boy Maui. Farewell to you all I hope to see you in the near future