Resting down on the toilet, I released my bowels.
Police Academy: Mission To Moscow splattered all over the toilet bowl.
Good lord, it stunk. I mean really, really stunk. I had to open the window.
Mrs. Blandflapp from next door could even smell it. " Hey, Gruber! Have you been shitt*ng out Police Academy 7 again? Stop it or I'll take legal action."
This 'movie' is truly a shocker. It lacks humour, atmosphere and virtually everything else required to make a film watchable.
My insane cousin loves it, though. He splits his pants at the sight of Lassard getting into a funeral hearse and later spitting out an egg. He drips urine at the sight of Captain Harris dressed as a ballerina. My cousin is also completely mental and dangerous.
Police Academy: Mission To Moscow splattered all over the toilet bowl.
Good lord, it stunk. I mean really, really stunk. I had to open the window.
Mrs. Blandflapp from next door could even smell it. " Hey, Gruber! Have you been shitt*ng out Police Academy 7 again? Stop it or I'll take legal action."
This 'movie' is truly a shocker. It lacks humour, atmosphere and virtually everything else required to make a film watchable.
My insane cousin loves it, though. He splits his pants at the sight of Lassard getting into a funeral hearse and later spitting out an egg. He drips urine at the sight of Captain Harris dressed as a ballerina. My cousin is also completely mental and dangerous.