Hello, and happy belated Valentine's day. Since I wasn't sure what would be appropriate to write for this holiday(I'm married) So, I'll present you with this. Enjoy!

And this:

After you've watched all of these, wouldn't you agree that true love is great! Ain't love grand. Until next time, Lou Ford signing off!

FIN

Hey, it's Lou Ford again and it's time for another edition of "Dirty Filthy Snuff". I will being this installment with "What Really Chaffs My Nuts". Instead of beginning by speaking of what chaffs my nuts, I'll show you:

Yes, that's right the fucking exploitative musical albums of children singing adult songs with lyrics that they don't fully understand, but the entire commercial is choreographed in such a way that it's a fucking pedophiles wet dream. And why does it always come on at weird times of the day. You'll see it during daytime television, and then for some reason on a night when you can't sleep the damn infomercial will come on. It's like two in the morning and in your insomniac daze you somehow believe that you've actually enter the "Village of the Damned". You know that film about those psychic children in that town. They take over by forcing everyone who is not like them to kill themselves. Yeah, that one, and as a result you cower in the corner, waiting for for it to end. The shit is sad, sadder and just as exploitative as "Girls Gone Wild" only worse is that it's being sanctioned by most adults. If that is the fucking case then just do us all a favor, and take the children's innocence now. Teach them how to give good fucking hand jobs, strip teases, and pole dancing like this:

Just get the shit over with and turn fuckin' "Chucky Cheese" into to a strip club for kitty fuckers. It's disgraceful that first off the shit is even allowed, but that then the jail bait is put out there like as if they're worms on hooks. And we wonder why we can't trust anyone out there with our children. Here's a perfect example of why. We got the pedophile watching kitty porn at three in the morning when the "Kids Bop" commercial comes on, and bam, the next day they kidnap a child, rape them, and then dump their bodies in a damn ditch. Thank you fucking corporation, and more importantly thank you parents. The high cost of therapy will be well worth the purchase of this rip off of an album. 

Oh yeah, I know that I said that "Family Guy", was dead to me but what can I say accept that I am who I am, am I am a huge fan of "Family Guy". That doesn't mean that I won't be coming out with original shit, but I will continue to use "Family Guy" to empathize my points. Like this:

 

See this is what we might have to have; our children dressed like one of the "Village People and him pal around  Teddy bear whose head is attached to a buff mans body. I mean a cartoon is one thing, but a live action infomercial complete with dance prepubescent youths dancing like their in an apprenticeship for the titty bars of Bangkok is an excellent  prize from capitalism. So if your looking for the next semen filled death in relatives home by some pageant going prepubescent girl, or another Britney Spears/Lindsay Lohan complete with crotch shots while getting out of a car, you got it.   

Moving along. Before I end this I would like to present you this: 

   

I watched this film which I hadn't seen in a while, and it is truly an amazing tale. But, with my "sick" mind the wheels started turning and I thought about what if the story had turned into something like this: the living eat the flesh of the dead and they became zombies and then it became the survivors fighting the mutilated jet fueled  burnt, frostbitten zombies. Something kinda like this:

Just imagine that it's not Swedish skiers, the zombies aren't fucking Nazis, and tada. You got yourself another cult classic. Walking dead, eat your heart out. It's either that, or maybe something like this:

See, you can take an impossible feet, a heart wrenching story of tragedy and turn it into something positive, like humor. Maybe that's why only a few of them actually climbed the mountains.  It's true that you are what you eat, and if some of the Rugby team had eaten pussy then they were pussy's. I'm sorry, that was out of line. Sorry about that. But anyway, just imagine "The Andes Rugby Zombie Massacre". Good title huh? Think about it. I mean just think about it, the Zombies begin playing a game of rugby with one of their victim's heads. Maybe they write number on their shirts with the bodily fluids of those they've eaten.

Until next time, this Lou Ford.