Rare Exports (Patreon)

Another year down the fucking shitter. Here's one last damn review of a piece of crap film about some gay ass bullshit. It's supposed to be a scary Santa film about a giant krampus monster, only it's not scary and doesn't actually have a Santa and the Krampus monster never even bothers coming out of his ice cube.

A pointless pile of putrid poop, stuffed into your stocking with crap and crud, and dumped in a stinking heap on the rug. Pass me the rum and the nog, my nug. Cause i don't give a flying fug.