Happy Holidays, yo.

The Harder They Come

It’s Christmas Day, which means if you’re reading this, you’re a big fan of ISP, or a big pervert…or maybe a little of both.

So, Merry Christmas.

Happy Holidays.

Since you’re a fan, I’d like to give you a holiday gift.

Well, kinda. I mean if we were meeting face-to-face, I’d invite you to meet up at my very favorite coffee shop in the whole wide world — Intelligentsia. It’s in my neck of the woods, so you’d have to get yourself to Los Angeles. But if you did, I’d buy ya a super yummy drink, and lay a pound of their fabulous coffee on ya.

Then, as an added surprise, I’d give you the newly issued version of The Harder They Come, which is nicely housed as a 2 disc, re-mastered Special Edition, which includes not only the movie, but the soundtrack, too!

It’s the greatest soundtrack of all time.

Let me say that again, one more time, in case you weren’t listening: The Harder They Come is the greatest movie soundtrack ever released.

You betcha, Mister.

Better than Valley Girl.

Way better than High Fidelity.

Even better than Vampyros Lesbos.

And that’s saying a lot, my friend.

But since I’ll never meet you, and you probably aren’t coming to Los Angeles anytime soon, how about some free smut?

Allyson Wyte is the brand new girl at Blacks on Blondes. She’s also the boss’s wife, and she’s conducting job reviews, and it’s time she reviews Ice Cold’s work.

Uh huh.

Barbie Cummings wants a black baby for Christmas. Ace and Jon Jon give her the gift that keeps coming, over and over.

Andi Anderson went to the hole with me for a little holiday cheer a few weeks ago.

So did Mahlia Milan.

If that’s not enough for ya, check out Jimmy Cliff and His Bad Ass Self, circa 1972.

And Happy Holidays, yo.

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