Oh hai, Sit down Daniel-son we need to have a talk. You are no longer a kid Daniel-son. You are a 28 year Old man. A Daniel-man. Yes, hai…I know That’s what you love about those high school girls. You get older, they stay the same age.
Now I would like to read my poem about something that’s pretty important to me and that I get really confused about a lot. It’s called “Chachis.”
Chachis, sometimes I feel like I’m so much above ’em and sometimes I feel like I’m so much below ’em. Sometimes I hate ’em and sometimes I love ’em (hold on a sec. I’m having a puberty fueled fantasy about boobies. Oh yeah..) now where was I…right…Sometimes I hate ’em and sometimes I love ’em but if I was a caveman, I think I’d just club ’em.
Oh c’mon! Don’t boo the Cooter. You know the Gary Cooter is all about the love! Now hand me my trapper keeper. I got a raging puberty Cooter Boner that I need to hide. Oh hi Scatman.
Alright Oldfellas, the Don has ordered us to take out Sleepy Joe Marcellino before he can testify against the family. But the FBI has him stashed away in a remote location. However, I have a plan.
First we take a Train….then we take a walk…..then we take a boat….then we take a car….then we take a helicopter….hold on Tony, I’m doing the plan over here…now where was I…..oh yeah…then a station wagon…then The Oakside Boys Club bus….no wait…that’s next week….back the bus up….
Alright. we get off at the station wagon, shoot some feds…play some Trivial P, seal our fates by whacking the son of an FBI Agent and Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo Sleepy Joe Marcellino takes his last nap. Any questions?
What’s the P stand for? (Pause for effect) Pursuit…geez guys…we are Oldfellas…we keep it clean. I mean we still kill guys and stuff…but they probably deserve it right…hey Tony what are you making over there that smells so darn good? No…I do not know what a Cow’s only contribution is…is this one of them Trivial Pursuit questions?
Ah crap! Everybody down…Tony’s got a Shit Cake and all we have are these guns!
Switchblade open. Switchblade closed. Switchblade open…switchblade…shhh…shh..be quiet evil. Do you just want the pretty lady with the hair beads and white leisure suit to know I am hiding behind this shower curtain just inches away. The answer is… Not Yet! So, Switchblade open. Switchblade closed. Switchblade open…switchblade …oh it’s time! I just need a little redirection…a little cold water drip shower drip should do it. Oh…here comes the hand…the hand is here! oh wow…would you just look at that manicure…that’s nice…I really don’t take near good enough care of my nails. ah crap. Hand is gone. Focus Evil Focus
Switchblade open. Switchblade closed. Switchblade open…switchblade…oh I think she left the bathroom…let’s try this again. Cold water activated.. oh too much too much…stupid hotel shower handles and their mysteries. oh… She’s coming back! and now here comes the hand! focus… Happy New Years lady! Reek Reek Reek and Booby stab!
Great. Now I have blood all over me. But no worries…I’m already in the shower so just turn on a little water and too much! too much! Oh how I hate you hotel shower and how you have castrated me and that is not nice.
New Year’s Evil (1980) – Like a punk rocker with a switchblade comb standing toe to toe with a police officer…Tickets…Let’s Have your Tickets….Oh that is Evil.
Call me evil
For Christ Sake…do you know what time it is? Take my ludes!? bup that.
That is one mighty risky outfit Ron is wearing.
this music…bud duh dum.
Richard is in Palm Springs loaded and coked up.
Somebody fix that leak!! Reek Reek Reek
It happens. The drippy faucet mangler strikes again. He know you can’t resist the dripping water.
Since he attacked after the main door creeping open I can assume nothing.
What is this song…it is so late 70s
Do you reckon that is his grandma’s Lincoln? What would Matthew say.
So these are punks? too early for Goths?
That cop does not like the look of this punk scene. Tickets…Let’s Have your Tickets…
Switchblade comb….hilarious with your friends…good way to get ass stomped with the police
Spaceship America…Totally hot show…got to be on it moms. My part…series…mom…mom
Blaze is the first lady of Rock…The first VJ?
We call our’s New Year’s Evil…
Hollywood Hotline. This is Claire…my vote is “We don’t need no education”
You sound like the phantom. You bad honey? No! just Evil…Set the stage
Seattle Band Shadow
Always some angry kid dumping food working in the kitchen
Sanatoriums be just like this. Spot on.
Jeff Winters is going to charm himself right in the front door.
Jeff Winters always comes prepared…Wine…Music and Game.
Did we step into a porn?
He counts every second shuffle dance
Derrick Little Lord Fauntleroy can’t get no attention from his mommy…let’s turn to drugs
meanwhile back at the Jeff Winters room. bow chicha bow wow.
I guess every movie gets at least good idea….this one is killing during the new years hooting and hollering.
This group of fans are doing something between moshing and parquor.
This is Evil…remember me…Exterminate!
somewhere in the Sanatorium…have fun
Does everybody in the movie carry a switch of some sort. Either a blade or a comb.
Son…that is not how you wear mommy’s stockings ahh hoes no.
You ever see a real mustache that looked fake.
This cop needs to learn the term “personal space.”
The plan. Kill locals for every timezone passing through New Years
Erica Estrada Parta!
Oh goody…2 for 1 deal
Do you know what you need TM to Zen…Nervous Diarrhea
Riding the dumb blond in his Mercedes.
When A girls doesn’t have a date for new years…she is in shit city.
The biggest bottle of Champagne they got…as long as it is under $100 bucks.
Hey…smell my weed I keep in this baggie…closer…closer…that’s it..bam…suffocation!
He’s not real good at hiding bodies.
Well I must admit…I didn’t see that Oscar The Grouch scene coming. A real Swinger
blood…more blood…we better get some help…that’s too much blood for 2 guys
oh no…he stabbed her boob!
This guy has a weird manifesto
Distracted driving! Nun of your business.
This plan went sideways when you plowed down a biker gang.
Blood Feast! down at the drive-in
We don’t pay for tickets!
Hey…they ain’t watching movies! They are doing dirty things ! Blowing pot and touching private areas
I am a man of God…not a man of violence…Stab Stab!
Where are the Fing keys? “In the ignition man!”
Listen Mister….I only got 3 dollars.
and my body!
haha…how this blonde runs. Brillant
A sequential part
Mutilated Breasts…that’s a mother’s fixation.
Hey Officer can you give me a hand over here…I think I found a drunk…nope…it was just a brick
Orderly, Swinger, Priest now Cop…He’s living out a pornstar dream.
Like Father Like Son
Did her screaming knock the police offer out?
Instant Replay. Miracle of modern technology!
“Ladies are not very nice people.’ – Very Very Selfish.
You castrated me and that is not nice.
me and the kid are going to the RoseBowl and you can sleep in.