Okie doke. Â It’s the end of March. Â It’s also the point to which I have to take a break from all these Amazon Prime horror movies. Â I wish I could say that Prime is the gift that keeps on giving, but man… Â Each one of these is like I’m gambling.
Like I’m flopping my dickbag onto a little guillotine and then betting on Black on a Roulette wheel and hoping it doesn’t land on Red. Â And if it lands on one of the green spots, well… Â I don’t think I need to go into too much detail about where they’ll shove my newly severed saddle bag.
In my butt. Â That’s where they’ll shove it. Continue reading “Clinger (2015)”









