![]() ![]() 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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