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Demon dogs!
You said movies, so I say Conan. The Ahn-ald-sweaty muscles-ubertestosterone death duels-drunken depressions-damnittohell revenge plots roar the primal challenge to undersexed males across the US and breath life back into JohnWaynism.
If you had said TV, forget Xena, Herky-pooh, and the other losers. I'd volunteer the one barbarian to plunge Saturday morning cartoons into profanity/swearing, bar fights, and the decriminalizing of chopping off wizard heads, Thundarr the Barbarian.
<Scratches the pimply acne on his face, and rolls his 20-sided di, dreaming of diaphanous, tightly-thonged bar wenches> |
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