I have a pretty vivid memory from high school of eating oatmeal while watching Faces of Death 1-4 and promptly throwing up shortly after the always believable “parachutist landing in the alligator swamp” scene. I haven’t eaten oatmeal since, but I have gone on to watch all the Faces of Death movies. I can’t wait for the latest one to come out to see how this ride ended.
Seriously, my f-ing thumbs are so wide, it takes me half an hour to send a three word text. And I once drove my cousin’s dirt bike through the screen door and into the living room where my uncle was watching the scrambled Playboy Channel hoping for a nipple shot. I hate this guy and his cool bag of tricks for making me feel even more inadequate than I already do.