The Witches of Eastwick (’87): ”Putitinyerbutt!”

Up next we're headed to a small town to meet three magical women and a horny lil' devil with a teeny lil' ponytail. We're dealing with snowy egrets, boobie dolls, dis-GUS-ting mouth stuff, and so much Gonzo dick and yet no dick at all.

Divorce, desertion or death, don't break a bone and go insane it's a time where maybe we should have read the book even though we could have written it, a movie that made us avoid cherries for 35 years, fall in love with The Witches of Eastwick, this time on Doom Generation.