Say Hello to My Mother

Just kidding, Big K!

Talk about the good old days. Who cares if the pharmacies are filled with poison (see below)--as long as you get to relax by throwing butcher's knives at the kiddies! (How about the two knives that don't quite hit their marks? That's some crazy stuff right there.)

I think someone should track down those two kids and see if they made it to eighteen alive.

(Do I really need to say don't try this at home?)