Thanks, I already did. Help yourself by helping

Thanks, I already did. Help yourself by helping others. You don't believe that chicken. I don't either. A nice country ham has no regrets; a good one has a few. But the best swine

all know that you should never trust a chicken. Feathery little bastards, with those nasty yellow eyes and scaly legs. They're set in their ways, you just can't argue with them.

Worse than even the damned chickens are the godless ducks. They strut around with their webbed feet as though they own the world. But I know the truth. They will never fool me.

Listen... Hear how they quack in small groups? Slowly paddling idly by? Wait... Don't stare at them! It's to late! Run! RUUN!!

It's too late. They emerge from the depths. The quacking only draws nearer and nearer. You must flee.

Oh duck! The Ducks of the Depths are coming - to theaters next Fall! Starring:

was destined to become one of the ten most mundane teen sexploitation films of 1997, said Urinal Cake magazine. Emilio was surprised that it went directly to TV movie and never

Got much of a name in the tape trading scene, which was the measure of success for most sexploitation directors. Still, at least he had the scene with the college nymphos and the

football team. Not the REAL team: they were at an away game. He cast Chess Club geeks as footballers, who were THRILLED to be in a porno and demonstrated impressive mating skills.