This is the trailer for ‘Total Badass,’ which calls itself “an insanely funny and wickedly debaucherous documentary about crime, sex, art, drugs, music, and life in the Austin Underground.”
It’s hard to tell any of that from the actual trailer, in which a guy mainly walks around talking about his life on his way to some sort of guinea pig competition which looks like it’s being staged in an office kitchen during a lunch break. But damned if it doesn’t have a couple one liners that made me shoot snot bubbles out of my nose.
“I took a year off to raise guinea pigs and do cocaine.”
I remember when my dad took me to a wig store. I was about your age.”
It looks like it just finished a screening tour, so hopefully we’ll get a DVD or limited release soon. “Tell me again about the guinea pigs and the cocaine, George.”

I took a year off to raise coca plants and do guinea pigs. Not sure which of us has it right.
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For fuck’s sake – I can’t even get Friday off this week. I’m in the wrong line of work.
It’s like Best in Show meets Trailor Park Boys meets… cocaine.
I knew a guy who raised guinea pigs in preparation for Y2K because they were good eatin’. Tell me again why my life isn’t being filmed.
I want this trailer to be my father.
I was surprised to see a guinea pig competition that didn’t include lighter fluid and baseball bats. Strange place, Austin.
When I was about that kid’s age, my dad took me to a merkin store.
Keys with cocaine on them are the best way to start anything ever.
Total Badass? PFFT. I didn’t see any high tech equipment strapped to those guinea pigs. Get back to me when they’re part of some clandestine government organization.
Your DAD took you shopping for merkins? What, was your Uncle Ted
busyunavailableincarcerated that day?This also appears on the resume for the producer of ‘The Jersey Shore’.
Shop, is the guy in question Cousin Eddie? Or the real Randy Quaid?
I win the HTML award!
It wasn’t until I was in high school that I realized it wasn’t normal for me to play with wigs growing up. It wasn’t until college that I realized we had so many damn wigs to play with because my mom was lifting them from the cancer hospice at which she worked.
Now you know why Randy Quaid is seeking asylum in Canada, PattyBo. Kindred spirit.
Somewhere Morty there’s a publicly masturbating sheep fetishist writing a blog about the terribly weird college roommate he was forced to endure.
I’ve searched and searched, Donk. I had no delusions that my life was normal when we met, but he took it to the next level.
To be honest, Morty, I’m a bit surprised that there aren’t a few studios bidding for your blogposts with Jay Baruchel and Jonah Hill starring.
I want to take the year off to drink Four Loko and play with gerbils.
Can’t I be played by someone who isn’t awful? Like Donald Glover?
I’ve been to the bar in the trailer quite a bit. Place is awesome it’ll poop on your chest and beat you with a rubber hose.
Good luck with that, Morty. Just be thankful when Disney loses the bidding and you don’t have to be played by Zac Effron.
I’d totally take Zac Effron, dude gets tween asses in seats.
Don’t ever do cocaine in a wig store. Just sayin’.