This isn’t film-related, but it’s too important not to post.

This is Porter. Or as I like to call him, Porter the Blues Dog.  He likes to rock out on the casio and howl about childhood traumas, like Papa Roach except musical.  If anyone out there has the technological capabilities to put Porter through a T-Pain-style harmonizer, I really think it would be worth the time.  Also: if Porter the Blues Dog and Hamster on a Piano played a duet I think I might die of cuteness.
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