Mr. Beef's Official Bobo Blog

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The other night, man, I just couldn't sleep. I should have been drifting. It had been a long day at the Beefhaus, but I just couldn't sleep. No matter what I tried, my heart kept breaking and I just couldn't settle down. So I decided to get out of bed and watch a movie. There was nothing on Netflix. There was nothing on Hulu. I couldn't get HBO Go to work. So I fired up a blu-ray. Not just any blu-ray, though. I knew in my heart it was the perfect time to dig into Blue Underground's new restoration of Lucio Fulci's gut-munching classic Zombie that arrived from Bullmoose just in time for Thanksgiving weekend! WE ARE GOING TO EAT YOU! lolololololololollolol Grampa Bobo used to take me to all the horror movies when I was a little kid. Not really because I wanted to, I used to to always get so scared! He used to go on his own and I wanted to spend time with him. He told me he went because he was so scared of my grandmother that he helped him pr...

I wrote this in the dead of night when I woke up having a panic attack.  Dr. Bischoff recommended I share it. Your Love is like a Steak Medium-Rare Juicy Tender And when gone Missed Had I a hundred Grills I would Grill for you a hundred of the best cuts And you would refuse them And leave As is your way What will I do with the rotten meat that is my soul? Will I ever be fresh without you? No.

Grampa was a Beef Man. Daddy was a Beefier Man. Baby is a Little Beef Boy. If you've been reading my emails, you know 2018 has a been a rough year for Mr. Beef. Not financially, thank the cows. Even though these times we leave in are uncertain and horrifying, people gotta eat. And people who eat love their beef. I'm proud to write that we here are Mr. Beef feed countless of our consumers and we plan to do so for the foreseeable future and beyond. Personally, though, well that's one hell of a different story. There has been a lot of deceit. There has been a lot of tragedy. I feel like somewhere along the way I feel off the roast. There's no easy way to say this, I'm starting this blog because my therapist told me it might help. Not that it would help, mind you. That it might help. Just that was hard for me to admit. Not so much the therapy part. I mean, who isn't insane these days? The part about how it might help. It's been a rough year. Mr. Beef...