The Contenders #018 – Hocus Pocus (1993)
Can this beloved nostalgia trip cast a spell on our valiant hosts?
Can this beloved nostalgia trip cast a spell on our valiant hosts?
Dear Baby, I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness to it.
Nothing kills me. I’m immune to 179 different types of poison. I know because I ingested them all at once when I was deep undercover in an underground poison-ingesting crime ring.