"I like to do just like the rest…

I like my sugar sweet, But guarding fumes and making haste, It ain’t my cup of meat. Ev’rybody’s ‘neath the trees, Feeding pigeons on a limb But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, All the pigeons gonna run to him. Come all without, come all within, You’ll not see nothing like the mighty Quinn. -Quinn the Eskimo. Bob Dylan, 1970.

Greetings again my fellow partakers in the blogging spectrum. I and my fellow team of scientists are back together in our braintrust to bring you yet another person to add unto our list of the biggest douches in the world. After many days of research and development, I and my team have discovered the largest douchebag ever to sit in the directors chair…Ladies and Gentleman: Wes Craven.
Whether its making another crappy Scream sequal or Nightmare on Elm Street, this man will bring you the lamest,most predictable movies of all time. Wes Craven also in his spare time kills classic horrors like Dracula and Carnival of Souls. We at the Whimsical World of Mahutaville would like to think of ourselves as the whistle-blowers to the masses to point out the douchebags and the douchebaggery that follows them.
You’re welcome. That is all.