The only cure for a meth gator is more meth, until their teeth fall out.
It’s the Viagra 'gators who you really got to watch out for.
Next up: coked crocs.
I feel like meth-gator really speaks for me and I love that his omnicidal rage is sooo inclusive!
My cousin wrote the delightfully classic Alligator back in the late 70’s. I really feel he should come out of semi-retirement to write the long over due final film in the trilogy!
Alligator II: The Mutation
Alligator III: Meth-Gator
That’s, lets see… a skinny gator with rotten teeth and a personality crisis, amiright?
Here ya go:
You can find anything on the interwebs.
From the director of Evil Dead and Army of Darkness, Sam Raimi brings you:
Clearly the cops have figured out that tweakers are all committed environmentalists.
Personally, I think Alabama deserves to be flooded with gators on meth.
Methgator sounds like Florida’s state animal.
A paranoid skinny gator with rotten teeth and a personality crisis.
Perhaps they could release them into the the “Washington Swamp.”
Knowing the cops in TN, they just want to resell it. Besides they already have that problem with the gators (people turning into).
One of the 600,000+ residents of the District of Columbia, who, in addition to being taxed at one of the highest rates in the country while having no congressional representation, currently also have to live with President Racist J. Trash Muppet and his Merry Band of Ratfuckers, and who don’t need YET ANOTHER jokey attempt at “solving” the “problem” of “Washington,” whether with gators, or tearing up the street with tanks, or whatever other harebrained thing somebody from East Flyover thinks is an “appropriate” response to the fact that their government isn’t exactly the one they want.
… Sorry, I am a little bitter after seeing a poll yesterday saying that almost 70% of Americans are opposed to giving citizens of the nation’s capital, which has more people than at least two whole-ass states, equal voting representation in Congress.
Yeah, really misread that as homoerotic meth gators. I’m not judging.
…and that sounds like a new Chuck Tingle book.