what a title tells me about a movie

even in delicious gingerbread man form, gary busey still gives me indigestion and just creeps me out...

Your worst nightmare...

actually, this is not porn...


she does not mean to flip you off
that is her arthritis

they hit it off at a night club, go to Gorilla's apartment and have fantastic sex all night. then after a scrambled eggs/coffee/burnt toast breakfast the next morning, they go their separate ways. Gorilla feels great at first, like there was a real connection. She had been feeling self-conscious about the weight she gained last winter, but those inhibitions didn't bother her at all when she was naked in Bela's arms. usually cautious by nature, she wonders what it is about him? After all, she doesn't usually sleep with strange out-of-town men on first dates. could he be the one? sadly, no. Bela fails to call back within three days...and Gorilla goes on an apeshit rampage through various drugs until she ultimately destroys herself on a lethal speedball of heroin and bananas


see you in hell, lugosi...

actually, that's about the very last thing i'd ever want to find myself running against or into


dick cheney - face shootin bastard

This movie ssssssucks.

The title is a question, and the answer is "no."

why you shouldn't mix pills and drink while you're pregnant, ladies

Goooood, Pussycat. Gooood.

I will be really disappointed if there are no boobs in this movie.

Don't worry, I don't care.

a lively sequel to the original "swamp penis" which fell limp at box offices everywhere despite excessive amounts of foreplay

he runs an outdoor cafe now

Yeah, that one.


...yes that is miley cyrus

Can I ever forget this movie? What movie?

They just nag you until you explode.


plus they make you explode

a self-help explanatory how-to documentary told through the teary eyes of women with hirsutism. disturbing and informative.


i am sorry you had to see this

do you have a personal, longstanding grudge against frogs everywhere? maybe a frog killed your father or raped your mother. maybe a frog you trusted touched you in a way a frog should never touch a human...yes, this movie is for you


come, let us kill him

Well, maybe if you had hung her on your meat hook in the first place, she wouldn't have been a lesbian and you wouldn't have had to kill her...


he will make you gay, be careful

Night of the Day of the Dawn of the who gives a shit

a movie with a big title is probably trying to compensate for something...probably a tiny production budget.


own it

I bet this line gets him laid in the movie.


i suddenly want cheese now...
...and sex

i'm told the chinese characters mean 'the fist of fury'


eeny, meeny, miny, moe...
...i wonder where my fist will go

now, i'm not a racist. i'm not the kind of guy who locks his car door when some entirely innocent black youths were approaching my car yesterday afternoon. that's just not me.

but maybe if the title was "I am going to get you, sir" and I imagined an old white lady saying it instead of an angry, black man, I'd feel less likely to shit my pants...

Terror at Blood Fart Lake? What the hell could possibly be more terrifying than a lake made out of blood farts? Oh, wait. It looks like a man-shaped shit monster is sneaking up behind her. Never mind.

a real blast from the past


they might be extinct but their farts live
in the form of fossil fuels

because i'm going to PAY a rotting, reanimated, corpse with rusted mechanical vagina to have sex with me...well, okay, let's just say I'd have to be pretty desperate


we'll all be having sex with
androids in the future anyway

i always wondered what they do when they're not at work/church.


"now what was that you were saying about
the sun being the center of the solar system?
didn't think so, bitch."

we prefer spawning asexually like amoeba

ahh, the secret to a happy marriage

...


you're gonna luv my nuts.

two words which should never...oh god, i just threw up in my mouth

not bombshell mcgee, the other daughter. the good looking one. turns out she was raised amish too.


what the fuck was he smokin

If I was a woman, I would never trust a doctor named Clitterhouse.

That's the nickname his little sister gave him when they were kids. He's not really a doctor. Just look at his face. It's not meant for human eyes. No hospital would accept him. What is he?

an autobiographical documentary which only became a film when it was leaked from the sheriff's evidence archive. i've been told the director is casting for a sequel.

Alright! I usually just get socks! But a vagina works way better!!

a va-jay-jay vay-cay

I, uh...what's wrong with this title? I don't know what everyone's laughing at.

which was followed by the critically panned sequel "my moob and uranus"

an experimental, avant-garde style movie that briefly chronicles the life of "Mila," an inspirational blind girl, who faithfully reproduces famous Jackson Polluck paintings by violently spraying paint out of her ass.


yes, her ass