Help! Does the name Carol Peril mean anything to any of you?
My friend Zod introduced me to the wonders of Carol, a bona fide trailer park resident caught on tape for legions of North Carolina ravers to admire. Watching the video of Carol’s birthday celebration–at which she receives both Body Butter (her neighbor, Lucy, explains: “Aw, Carol, you rub that on your puss!”) and a sperm-scented candle–was a sight to behold, made all the more terrifying because it was totally, honest-to-Yahweh for real. It was kinda like Pink Flamingos meets Big Brother. Eek.
Anyway, Zod left town about two years ago, and being the nice guy that I am, I gave him back his copy of the tape. Now, however, I’m completely distraught, ’cause I never dubbed it and I can’t find Zod and I really really really want/need it. Like, now.
Anyone? …Anyone? …Bueller? …Bueller? …Bueller?
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