The first George Kuchar video I saw was one of his Weather Diaries. He was schlumped like a decaying mastodon on a feculent motel La-Z-Boy, farting like a bagpipe, his aging testicles drooping out of his soiled boxershorts, complaining about the state of his uncooperative colon, narrating the tedium of his life like it […]

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