Doom Generation

Ooze-tober sleazes on with a lovely trip back to the cabin on a second date with the Deadites.
It's a short episode but it's jam packed with the second mention of Ted Danson's ghost, Madonna's milky eye, hair in dire need of a V05 hot oil treatment, professors laying pipe, Pazuzu boot goofin', recycled butt sweat and Ash gettin a wicked stranger. So who's laughing now? We are! Summon up The Evil Dead 2 this time on Doom Generation...GROOVY!

We find ourselves smack dab in the middle of Ooze-tober with a real wet one. We've enrolled at Miskatonic University where we learn of the existence of Danbert, realistic CPR, aggressive pencil snapping, reasonable rental strategy, Dr. Hall's freak file and dead on dead mind control because that's what that laser do! This isn't a drill, that's not Carl Dean or Big Bud Dean it's the ACTUAL old guy from Reanimator on this episode of Doom Generation!

Ooze-tober continues in escalating wetness, skeetin' Susan makes sure of that! We've got John Carpenter top to tails with a story we're still not 100% sure of with real and possible physics, a cop 'stache-boat shoes combo, my faaaatherrrrr, dot matrix print outs, wet faces but bangin' bangs, Doogie 'Owwwser ass, skelly keys and Susan WHO?! Let evil ooze into all your face holes and blast you right in the throat, all hail the Prince of Darkness on this episode of Doom Generation!

Ooze-tober begins with a trip behind the gates of Midian where the circus music intensifies. We're talking permissive freaks, thumb blades, decorative scarring, weird babies that are too wet to save, Dr. Dick doing murders IN YOUR FACE, porcupine tiddies, the LAW (whatever that means), Tony tentacles, OOZING PASTRIES and nipples, nipples, nipples! Do you wanna see? Then open up your cheek eyes and tune in for Nightbreed, this time on Doom Generation!

We've reached the end of the Sitcomtember regularly scheduled programming but we're going out with a TWITCH TWITCH! Featuring more perfect casting, Rosie O'Donnell's snatched waist, the trials and tribulations of ZTB, stone-age bag fumbling, unnecessary toenail clipping, kidnapping for love of the game and so so much pterodactyl shit! So listen up with your weird bump ears or Bamm Bamm will eat your brains for smarts, let's all have a Yabba-Dabba-Do time with The Flintstones! Finally walking the dinosaur, this time on Doom Generation