Review of Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982) by Kevin L — 18 Jun 2008
All dames are alike. They reach down your throat so they can grab your heart and pull it out, and they throw it on the floor and they step on it with their high heels, they spit on it, shove it in the oven and they cook the shit out of it, and they slice it into little pieces, slam it on a hunk of toast, and they serve it to ya.
They expect you to say, �Thanks honey, it�s delicious.� Well, it�s not delicious, Juliet Forrest. It�s rotten.
This review of Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982) was written by Kevin L on 18 Jun 2008.
Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid has generally received positive reviews.
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