Taking place in the future (1998!) Americathon stars the late John Ritter as President Chet Roosevelt and the recently deceased Harvey Korman as pill-popping actor Monty Rushmore (top right corner). Approved by Congress (which now meets in a rented condo in Marina del Rey), they all conspire to stage a national telethon to pay off America's total bankruptcy. In fact the country is so broke, gasoline no longer exists--millions of people just live in their cars, wear Nike sweat suits, and commute by either running or biking. Notable appearances in this farce include Meatloaf as a car-slaying daredevil, Elvis Costello as the Earl of Manchester and Dorothy Stratten as a stage girl.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
She’s seen Mean Girls, The Shawshank Redemption and I Spit On Your Grave like ten times. She’s had it with these two condescending bitch hags ridiculing her and forcing her to perform numerous household chores in tattered rags. The tears may be real for now, but tonight, revenge will be hers. Not only will she embarrass those two slut bags at the ball with buckets of pig’s blood (she’s seen Carrie a few times too), the Paco Camino Woman will totally seduce the hot prom prince in a form-fitting Roberto Cavalli ball gown revealing her spectacular cleavage. Well, at least until midnight anyway, when her carriage turns into a pumpkin (fairy god mice have no concept about all nighters). Don’t worry, Prince Stallion Footfetish will post on Craigslist, “Yo caliente senorita! Callad y que se cumpla mi voluntad! Senatos, jovencita y dejad que yo mismo os prube el zapato Manolo Blahnik.” They lived happily ever after.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 12:05 AM
Monday, May 26, 2008
Fu Manchu plays "Mongoose" at Osterrocknacht in 2002. Uh yeah, so the driving tune was used for a Toyota Super Bowl commercial--credit some ad agency musichead that knew about the mighty Fu Manchu and perfectly paired them with a Big Wheel race ad.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
They're young, male and live in the city. How do you prove yourself in the most materially comfortable country on Earth? How do you show courage, daring, skill; strength? How do you prove you're a man? If you're a Maasai tribesman in Africa, you kill a lion. If you're an Aborigine boy, you go on walkabout. If you live in Dogtown, Los Angeles, you ride a skateboard.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 10:09 PM
Friday, May 23, 2008
Putting seven years of college to work, The Paco Camino Man has the misguided conviction that it wasn’t over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor. Man of a thousand facial expressions, he’s able to spy on women in their underwear by hopping a ladder outside sorority houses and always apologizes after smashing acoustic guitars away from shitty folk singers at a toga parties (um, sorry). Achieving the lowest grade point average in Faber College history (0.0), the hard partying Paco Camino Man is also adept at impersonating a zit and starting epic food fights. Though he wasn’t seen on film, the slob described as a P-I-G, pig would secretly nab sorority sisters Mandy Pepperidge and Babs Jensen to the dismay of the hated Omegas. Not bad for a dropout that would one day become a U.S. senator. Suck on that, double secret probation.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 12:06 AM
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Christina van Bell’s passionate involvement with life leads her to succumb to the relentless campaign of a dashing Hollywood producer to star in a motion picture as the world’s most beautiful and desirable playgirl. From Hollywood to Bogotá, from Monte Carlo to the Via Veneto, she knows that, tantalizing temptress though she is, she has a willingness to share not only her fortune but the priceless wealth of her enticingly lovely body as well.
Christina’s life was almost make-believe; yet she was real enough to cope with the Hollywood cannibals who wanted a share of her appetizing flesh. From the hills of Beverly to exotic locales like Bogotá, the alluring heiress leads an imaginative motion picture crew on an erotic odyssey to recapture the highlights of her past for the cameras—only to become inescapably involved with the prurient present.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 8:32 PM
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Since it's Pete Townshend's birthday, here's a cherry clip of The Who live at the Isle of Wight Festival in 1970. Now that Townshend is 63 years old (and stone deaf), the prophetic words to "Young Man Blues" seem rather ironic now. What a total jam this is.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 6:52 PM
Friday, May 16, 2008
Hmm, maybe you didn’t hear me when I whispered under my breath a block away standing next to a biker dude obnoxiously revving his Harley, but yes, you were right—silk-screening t-shirts made entirely of ice cream was a bad idea. Not only were they cold and sticky, but they totally melt in the trunk in like minutes. Speaking of bad ideas, I probably shouldn’t have taken a class of special needs children with severe peanut allergies on a field trip to the George Washington Carver Museum & Lickable Wallpaper Cafeteria. Unexpectedly a few kids ballooned up like giant pumpkins and were hastily rolled away by a gang of monotone midgets in peanut costumes singing cautionary tales. Geez, you try to do something nice and look what happens.
Probably should’ve taken the kids to the Nail Gun & Ebola Emporium instead,
Song of the Day:
James Pants, “My Girl"
Posted by Feo Mateo at 1:53 AM
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
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Saturday, May 10, 2008
He could feel the sexual attraction brewing the moment these two beautiful women arrived for an intimate dinner at his swanky Oceanside villa. Diane, a gorgeous bi-curious brunette (just aching to lose her sexual inhibitions) was instantly turned on by Jan, a stunning free spirited blonde who’s always up for a threesome. After smoking some of the finest Columbian weed and opening a ridiculously expensive bottle of 1945 Chateau Mouton-Rothschild, the Paco Camino Man will put his impressive culinary prowess on full display. Seriously now, the big chef can really handle his meat. Giving new meaning to angry cooking reality shows, the only screaming going on here will be the shrieks of ecstasy coming from the bedroom later. Loser does the dishes.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 1:57 PM
Friday, May 09, 2008
Decades later the question still lingers how the biggest rock band in the world at the time could produce such a crap turd of a film. It was so mindnumbingly awful that tentative plans for KISS Conquers The Martians were immediately scrapped.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 11:03 PM
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Phillip Fish, the sour-faced detective in Barney Miller and his wife, Bernice, now have their hands full with a house of deliquent kids. When little Loomis decides to join a softball team and convinces Fish to be the manager, the fun begins! Join the team in this hilarious novel based on the popular TV show!
And yes--that's Todd Bridges in the blue cap just before Diff'erent Strokes premiered.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 9:22 AM
Wednesday, May 07, 2008
You know, I've been living in Paris for approximately 14 months now. Loving every minute of it too.
Spring has sprung here. It is truly lovely, unless we are talking about taking the Metro/RER, but that is another blog.
Lately, I've been checking out French girls butts,...for research purposes, of course. Anyway, I've noticed a lot of panty lines!
What is this French madness?
Why don't French women wear butt thongs? Don't get me wrong, I see a lot of nice butts here, I really do, but this panty lines business is serious matter.
So, if I may be of service to all the beautiful French women in Paris,...
Paris please show us your Underalls!
Posted by Super V de la Misericordia at 4:28 PM
With my doorframe-catching childbearing hips, I’m really digging the hot new Hillary Pantsuit Collection from Sears. Hey when gas hits 4 bucks a gallon, I’m going back into stripping because removing paint from old furniture is my real passion. I know this guy with a video camera that pays good money to rub stuff out for him, plus he’s recommended me to all his friends that have hard wood in need of relief. Happy endings for all! Hey there’s a Facebook group for “Cats That Look Like Hitler,” but there’s none for “Beavers That Look Like Tolstoy” or “Bearded Clams That Look Like Pink Tacos.” What gives? I’m thinking of changing my surname to Sylvestera Cornrow from Cornhole Cornwall. Makes me sound more regal and distinguished, huh?
It’s a calculated mistake not correcting the wrong answer to the big math question,
Song of the Day:
Marvin Gaye, “You Can Leave But It’s Going To Cost You” (alternate/extended mix)
Posted by Feo Mateo at 12:22 PM
Tuesday, May 06, 2008
A Breathless Race To the Summit of Passion:
The exhilarating thrill of the Grand Prix and the fabulous touch of Christina van Bell--can you think of a more exciting combination? Racing from one dazzling pleasure to another, Christina embraces each sensual moment life has to offer. Everyone she meets is sure to get off when he gets on her fast track to triumphant satisfaction.
Posted by Feo Mateo at 12:07 AM
Monday, May 05, 2008
Sunday, May 04, 2008
Robert Plant: "Gather 'round young children and have a seat on the floor. Prepare to have your asses blown out. In just a mater of months, we, Led Zeppelin, will rule the world with songs like this off our first album. It's called "How Many More Times."
Posted by Feo Mateo at 9:30 PM