![]() When I was 13 or 14, I was obsessively watching USA Up All Night, I'd even tape it every weekend so I could give schlock like Hell Comes to Frogtown and A Nymphoid Barbarian in Dinosaur Hell another look whenever I wanted, I had a dog-eared copy of Joe Bob Goes Back to the Drive-In that I kept handy for easy reference, and I spent big chunks of my weekly allowance gobbling up VHS copies of every Troma movie I could get my grubby little hands on. I mean, you're gonna read something like that and think, "well, I guess I have to see Hobo with a Shotgun now" - or - you're heaving some unnecessarily loud sigh and clicking off to read a review ![]() ![]() and then that nameless hobo pulls out a sock filled with change he got from panhandling and breaks it over the punk's head. "Shut your filthy mouth! Mother Teresa is a Goddamn saint!" "Well, you better cut one to Mother Teresa so you can give it to her while she's fingerbanging you in Hell!" ![]() "Put the knife away, kid, or I'll use it to cut welfare checks from your rotting skin." ![]()
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