TRAPPO's Mail Bag #20! (The Devil's Night Special!)
This week, we've got a massive, gargantuan, and ridiculously compelling episode of TRAPPO's Mail Bag, the show that talks about you on purpose! And in this truly stupendous installment, we go DEEP into some bizarre subjects that you're sure to enjoy, dear listener! Topics discussed in today's amazing episode include, but are not limited to: youthful perversion in comic book stores, the career of the late, great queen of the B movie, Julie Strain, the awesomeness of 1980s New Wave pioneers Eurythmics, the small, terrifyingly self-aware community that is slowly growing among our listeners, we get pushback regarding our love of musician Don Henley, our dear friend Archbishop Mack returns to share his thoughts with a heartfelt email, the highly imaginative music of Petra Haden is recommended, and for our main event, beloved listener Max Power tells us exactly what happened when they attended an actual black mass on the eve of last Halloween. It's a journey, dear listeners, so strap in and get ready for the trip of a lifetime.
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That second email was the most rambling new age pseudo-religious bullshit I've heard in one package. Just complete nonsense. You wanna get high and have an orgy and you see gods and some bullshit? Give me a fucking break with this shit. I can't take it seriously. But I guess as long as you're all just banging each other and not trying to sacrifice any animals or bring any kids into the mix you're only harming yourselves. Why do some people feel the need to live like this? Can't you find more constructive ways to express yourself? Go to a renaissance faire. Eat a turkey leg and watch a jousting tourney. Stop it with the "drugs help me become one with the divine when I'm having an orgy" bullshit. Maybe I'm just old and set in my ways, but this is fucking bizarre and I don't get it.
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing wrong with an old-fashioned Devil's Night orgy.
ReplyDeleteI just remembered Julie Strain getting naked in a bunch of bad action movies when I was a kid.
ReplyDeleteMy dad used to watch her on Sex Court all the time. One of his friends taped every episode off the Playboy Channel and gave them all to my papa, because I guess he was a big fan. I caught glimpses of it every now and then, but he would always shoo me out of the den so he could have his time alone with Judge Julie on the weekends. He needed to unwind after a hard week at the car dealership.
DeleteMy older brother had a huge thing for Julie Strain. He collected all of her Penthouse magazines and recorded all of her movies on VHS. He’d let me watch the soft core action ones with him, and one of them had Buff Bagwell in it, and I’m pretty sure those two had a sex scene together. That was awkward to sit through at 11 years old, watching a lane wrestler I never liked who can’t act pretending to have sex with a girl who looked like she could pound him into the ground like a tent peg if he made her angry.
DeleteMy brother wrote her a long, gushing fan letter, and he lost his shit when she actually responded. She also sent along a signed photo, but since she was topless in the photo (she was a very nice lady who had to know she was fulfilling a 19 year-old’s fondest dream with that one), he couldn’t just display it in his room, otherwise our mom would freak out. So he bought a cheap frame for the photo and kept it in his bedside table, underneath some magazines.
After he moved out, I know he kept it over his bed for a few years, at least until his first girlfriend moved in. It’s in his home office these days, sitting on his desk. He’s married, but apparently she’s cool with it.
That photo surely got him through a lot of lonely nights. Julie Strain seemed cool.
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ReplyDeleteI used to read a comic book called Sex Criminals that was really good. It’s about two people who realize that they can freeze time when they climax during sex, so they use this newfound ability to rob banks. There was a hardcover collection called Big Hard Sex Criminals that got banned in a lot of places for obvious reasons. The comic wasn’t pornographic or anything. People are just prudes. We need more comics like Sex Criminals in the world.
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