If it weren't for Quinten Tarrintino and hours of baked, KungFu the tv series viewing, I'd have no idea who Carradine was. And if it weren't for a certain New York Post writer's opener, I'd also have no idea what it's like to splurge hot coffee from my nose as a result of uncontrollable laughter:
"A secret sect of kung fu assassins could have silenced actor David Carradine as he delved into their shadowy activities, according to his family’s lawyer."
I hope on everything sacred that this turns out to be the case. That way, when I'm caught red-handed, I have an excuse.
Slunt #1: Eww. What are those dirty condoms doing in the back of your car?
Chef: Nah, see baby, it was Shredder's Foot Soldiers who planted those...
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