tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227178673405610002.post6481231699246117137..comments2009-10-15T11:37:22.173-07:00seandonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17352689474197192916noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227178673405610002.post-8694397050284253012009-10-14T21:24:07.442-07:002009-10-14T21:24:07.442-07:00My girlfriend groans at the mere mention, but no matter. Freaked is my shit. Period. Mr.T? Brook Shields? Quaid? Goldwaith?! Hells to the yeah!<br /><br />This flick never gets fuckin&#39; old...Juan S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727165031415973515noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227178673405610002.post-59670689617406773252009-10-13T02:33:23.796-07:002009-10-13T02:33:23.796-07:00Totally the days. How do you remember this shit Mike?!seandonsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17352689474197192916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7227178673405610002.post-9105806521408735562009-10-13T02:25:42.521-07:002009-10-13T02:25:42.521-07:00We rented because it had a positive quote on the box from John Krickfalusi... yeah... Salzers on Acid. Those were the days.(thee) Mike Bhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01202449154770233885noreply@blogger.com