She Sells Sea Shells.

I just love playing the game sharks and minnows at the neighborhood pool.  I like to bring my pet tiger shark for a nice swim and the children seem to have so much fun trying to escape.  Screams of joy.  The mothers of these little brats give me the filthiest looks and I must say it is just so very flattering.  "You evil whore" they say.  I mean, I get the whore compliment all the time but evil, that's just icing on the mourning cake.  When I was a little girl people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up.  "A mermaid", I would say.  They said I could do no such thing.  I sure would show them.  I spent hours a day in my bathtub growing scales and practicing holding my breath.  It's true what they say kiddies, you can do anything you set your mind too.  If luring sailors to their watery graves is one of those dreams all you need is a little know how and elbow grease.  Anyhow, Mistress Violet Strychnine here with another last gasp of rancid air.  Tonight's film is the 1991 straight to video wonder-film She Creature: The Mermaid Chronicles Vol. 1.  It is in fact the only one in the series so I don't really understand the title.  I guess it's sort of like a cliffhanger.  Circus sideshow entrepreneurs find a actual live mermaid and want to use her for their show.  The bad news is that she ain't the kind to be kept.  Let's just say that this ocean voyage isn't going to be full of jaunty songs and rum.  Only 11 days left my hedonistic headcases.  Toodles. xoxo