
There are many ways for a man to express his love for his daughters and/or restaurant chains known for large-breasted wait staff. But when your daughters actually work at Hooters, it gets much easier and creepier to combine your passions. This fellow from Connecticut killed two birds with one stone all in a marathon 10-hour ink session. And we strongly suspect he doesn't actually regret it.
The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.




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