My constant refrain, after each bad movie, after each bad movie trailer, even, has been "We need to make a movie."
Finally, he said, "Okay. But we're going to need Super-Soakers filled with yogurt for the cumshots."
Me: "Oh, gods, yeah. Like the spurting blood in the Crazy 88s fight scene. But not. Oh. Oh man. I have title."
Me: "Death by Bukkake."
Kires: "Right on. I mean, if everyone came on Eileen, wouldn't she drown?"