A very moving tale of an old psycho Spanish couple who like to psychologically torture animals and then kill them and keep their bodies as sort of sick trophies, mementos if you will, to their twisted little victories.
WARNING: This is emphateically NOT the type of film you’d expect to see on this site. But fukkit - it’s just too good to miss.
You walk into the bathroom, you’re just some chick. You look in the mirror, you’re just some chick. You pick up the hairdryer, you’re just some chick. You switch on the hairdryer, suddenly you’re transformed from just some chick to “hey, you’re that chick who had powder blown all over her face hahahahahahaha.”
This is good for a multitude of reasons, one being that it just is, another being that good ole Rick finally got paid for all this nonsense, but the main one being that Rick Rolling is no longer subversive (anyone remember how it started?) and will go away and be replaced by something new and shiny.
Still one of the funniest things ever. This is what happens when you give a bunch of soldiers LSD. Obviously. What did they think was going to happen? Had they never tried it? If you want to turn a bunch of men into crazed psycopathic killers give them PCP. If you want to turn them into a bunch of harmless incompetant goons, give them acid.
A great ad for, of all things, milk. Despite watching several I’m still not convinced milk helps you stand up better, but nor do I care one fucking button. It’s people falling over like spastics and it’s hilarious, especially the fat running idiot who just won’t pay attention to signs from God, even when they hurt. And the music is emphatically not the Beatles. it’s Herman’s Who?mits.
A great promo for the Whiley / Ronson tune Cash in my Pocket. It points the way forwards for all those city fuckheads who are single handedly (OK, maybe those cunt politicians helped out an awful lot) responsible for landing us in this terrible economic mess by forcing us, often at knifepoint, to max out our credit cards buying garbage and to mortgage ourselves into the next century on some crummy 4 bedroom house in Basildon that’s now worth fucking jack. Cunts.
I’m guessing this wasn’t supposed to happen. The guy gets grade A dude status for not just shitting in his pants and letting go, but he was definately terrified beyond sanity. Those whoops when he finally comes crashing back down to earth are a rather transparent attempt to disguise the fact that for about 10 seconds he was staring death right in the eyes.
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