Enter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 666: Slick Flick Bloodbath Pick: Electroshocker Psychotherapy--Blood Vat Bath on the Warpath; Bulletproof Price/Gent of Dismemberment (VannaCUTT the F*** Up); (House on Haunted Hill, 1999) *Special Low-Rent, Faux, Half Price Feature*
Today, we discuss--why some amusement parks are both more amusing and bemusing than others, when a pumped up, coked out wired Chris Kattan meets you at the rusty gates of an asylum with a sordid ass past, perhaps it is better to hop your ass back in the faux funeral procession and have them take you down the road to the first church, however many times that Mr. Price's tech guru Carl has to reattach and reassemble the dummies in the roller coaster of carnage is likely one time too fucking many, what is 1 million dollars worth, no, let's raise the stakes and potential profits, what is 5 million dollars worth if your body is disassembled and dissected in too many pieces to count or spend the money and who the fuck would take exception to Evelyn's attitude when she looks so goddamn sightly in slipper heels and a cocktail dress, granted she undresses for the male populace with frightening regularity, but she has no cankles and eyes brown like choco nuggets that are at least 65% cacao.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: Your bemusing amusement whose mustache cuts more than my wit and the sharpest trepanation drill Falsetto Pricey Prophet and she's looking thin, enjoys bubble baths and Finnish Vodka or gin and commits deplorable but when her nose scrunches up it is rather adorable Evelyn Red Devil.
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.
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By Falsetto ProphetEnter, with us, you cinematic fanatics, into the realm of film's fantasy while we unwind the grind of reality… We offer you: Pick 666: Slick Flick Bloodbath Pick: Electroshocker Psychotherapy--Blood Vat Bath on the Warpath; Bulletproof Price/Gent of Dismemberment (VannaCUTT the F*** Up); (House on Haunted Hill, 1999) *Special Low-Rent, Faux, Half Price Feature*
Today, we discuss--why some amusement parks are both more amusing and bemusing than others, when a pumped up, coked out wired Chris Kattan meets you at the rusty gates of an asylum with a sordid ass past, perhaps it is better to hop your ass back in the faux funeral procession and have them take you down the road to the first church, however many times that Mr. Price's tech guru Carl has to reattach and reassemble the dummies in the roller coaster of carnage is likely one time too fucking many, what is 1 million dollars worth, no, let's raise the stakes and potential profits, what is 5 million dollars worth if your body is disassembled and dissected in too many pieces to count or spend the money and who the fuck would take exception to Evelyn's attitude when she looks so goddamn sightly in slipper heels and a cocktail dress, granted she undresses for the male populace with frightening regularity, but she has no cankles and eyes brown like choco nuggets that are at least 65% cacao.
-Your worthwhile cinephile: Your bemusing amusement whose mustache cuts more than my wit and the sharpest trepanation drill Falsetto Pricey Prophet and she's looking thin, enjoys bubble baths and Finnish Vodka or gin and commits deplorable but when her nose scrunches up it is rather adorable Evelyn Red Devil.
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Soulicious, courtesy of the artist, Dyalla.