Look, I enjoy bad movies. I enjoy very bad movies. An evening spent watching Plan 9 From Outer Space, or Santa Clause Meets the Ice-cream Bunny is my idea of fun. I have sat through multiple viewings of The Room and Manos Hands of Fate. I not only watched Birdemic, but even sought out Birdemic 2. All of this is just to say that I have a very high tolerance for absolute dreck.
One of our co-hosts (Joey) tricked the gang into watching a “movie” called Terror at Blood Fart Lake. The title should have been enough to send the rest of us into open revolt, but somehow we were deceived.
You can watch us in pain and choking on our own rage here: