Careful, kids, this video has boobies and swear words.
This here’s the R-Rated trailer for Strange Wilderness, starring Chris Farley’s brother as "Mountain Doctor" and Kevin Alejandro as "Hispanic Man #1".
Haha, get it? The “underwater bubbling sound” was the bong! No way, dude!
Anyway, it still looks pretty stupid, but at least now we know it has tits in it. So if you’re willing to sit through 90 minutes of stupid for 5 minutes of tits, this is your movie. Basically it’s like dating a model.



Makes more sense than sabertooth tigers and Egyptians. I would actually have to be LESS high to watch this (I would have to be lower?).
You’d have to be ya’ know, down.
Do you like butter tarts?
Butter tarts are in my top 5 desserts.
wtf is a butter tart?
also, fuck watchin this for 5 min. of tits. download the 5 min. of tits and fuck the rest.
Those are fake tits!
Fake!!
I’m willing to give this a chance for these reasons:
erswi, it’s the only thing that saves Canadian cuisine from being an oxymoron:
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To be fair to the movie, I’ve never seen anyone with a turkey stuck on their penis. Except for my Uncle Jimmy…
Hahahahahahahaha! A turkey bit his weiner! Did you guys see that? It was soooo funny!
Bah, The Mighty One gets butter farts every year at Christmas, damn lactose intolerance…
Why didn’t you just say it’s a pecan pie without pecans Lala?
Oh, cuz then you would’ve said "it’s a pie". That’s pretty vague, and then we would definitely have given you shit about it. Good call.
pecan pie w/o the pecans? eeewwwwwww, gross!
that just shows you what the canadians know about cooking to begin with. they can’t even make a pecan pie w/o screwin it up.
Hey matt, yeah Tim, hey have you talked to Mark lately?
uhh, i havent really talked to him but he looks pretty, uh, down
ha ha ha, he looks pretty, uh, down
yeah, well, maybe we should cheer him up then
what do you, uh, suppose we should do?
well, does he like butter tarts?
Yeah, The Mighty Fek’lhr’s butter farts are like pecan pies WITH…the pecans…huh?
Listen, butter tarts are great. I rarely defend Canadian stuff, but butter tarts just make sense.
How much sense can it make to leave pecans out of a pecan pie? Next you’re gonna be telling me that you guys drink beer that in no way resembles beer. Huh? Am I right? I am, aren’t I?
The Mighty Fek’lhr’s butter farts makes scents, too!
zima
Oh, don’t forget about poutine!
You know what, make fun of butter tarts, don’t eat them, more for me. Also, I don’t think people from the U.S. know what beer tastes like. Your opinions on beer doesn’t count above the 49th parallel.
DO NOT TELL ME THAT YOU’RE GONNA DEFEND LABATT’S. JUST DON’T.
AND ANOTHER THING MISSY . . . where’s the 49th parallel?
Pussy assed pilsner pushers
Poutine is like corporeal myocardial infarction. Dig it?
M-O-L-S-O-N
Erswi, you really don’t have schools in Louisiana, do you.
The ORIGINAL beer.
Canada is like Arkansas for Kentuckyans? What?
Molson is like having sex in a canoe. It’s FUCKIN CLOSE TO WATER! Try A-B-I-T-A.
The 49th parallel of north latitude forms part of the United States-Canadian Border from Manitoba to British Columbia on the Canadian side and from Minnesota to Washington on the U.S. side, or from the Lake of the Woods to the Strait of Georgia. Its use as the international border is a result of the Anglo-American Convention of 1818 and the Oregon Treaty of 1846.
true story:: i told someone yesterday to go have a myocardial infarction.
Maybe not, but I spent 50 grand on something resembling an education.
who doesnt know what the 49 parallel is? christ.
Canadians may think that Minneapolis is there own personal Miami, but WE are Dirty Mexico Touchers. See how it all evens out? Except for the Mexicans, of course.
Yes dubs…..
I don’t know why I’m arguing this, I don’t like beer.
Of course, it mayn’t have been an education at all. who’s to say really. and don’t go throwing your fancy GE-O-GRA-PHY at me little lady. It’s not my fault we have no landmarks down here on which to base our determination of borders and boundaries. Fuckin French long lot settlement bullshit.
who doesnt know what the 49 parallel is? christ
Hawaii. God you guys are dumb. What I can’t figure out is what Hawaii has to do with Canada?
Yeppers! Boy dem butter farts sure do stink!
You also have a town called Red Stick, but I’ll have some patience because of the cajun, acadian connection.
It’s nice that we can move seamlessly from poetry and light to butter farts and whose got a bigger parallel. I knew there was a reason I come here. Oh, also work sucks. That’s partly why.
Yes but do you know why it’s called Baton Rouge?
I liked the pound poem. I’m trying to memorize Kubla Khan by Coleridge. Fun times snowed in, in suburbia.
I do now.
The term Baton Rouge as the French settlers translated it from the native phrase (which escapes me at the moment) refers to the blood dripping down the posts upon which the local Indians would place the heads of their enemies. Cool, huh?
holy shit hombres, ive been called to work at 2! you know what that means…well jack really, but it’s the first time ill come out of work before midnight. so i bid all of you…[insert penis here] a farewell.
I’m a Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner man mesself. But, to each his own.
true story:: i told someone yesterday to go have a myocardial infarction.
Weak. The cool kids just say M.I.
In the words of my hero Joe King: "I had a gay experience once. I drank a Zima. And then I sucked a cock! It was just to get the taste of Zima out of my mouth."
That’s a great poem. "slimy things crawling upon the slimy sea"
One day poetry will be cool again, you mark my words.
Poetry is hella cool rt now. The problem is the world is uncool. Specifically the American populace is uncool. And ignorant. I hate them all. Not you guys though. You guys are cool.
The term Baton Rouge as the French settlers translated it from the native phrase (which escapes me at the moment) refers to the blood dripping down the posts upon which the local Indians would place the heads of their enemies. Cool, huh?
Desperately trying to come up with a joke about my ex wife, who is from Baton Rouge… Fail.
ummm, your wife uses a red stick as a tampon? her twat has indian heads hanging from it? honestly it’s not much to work with as a premise, but we’ll keep trying.
Is Chris Farley’s brother receiving the film industry’s version of widow’s pension?