Hate Factory is like that pajama party gone bad — you know the one. It starts out innocently enough, with hair braiding and prank calls. And then few hours after the lights go out, your underwear is in the freezer, your hand is in a glass of warm water, and the pizza delivery guy's been duct-taped to your dad's La-Z-Boy. And while you may end up spending your next month's allowance on a cleaning service and tips for the pizza guy, you're happy as hell to be invited just the same.
Part 2 of our episode finds the ladies of Hate Factory... well, you're going to have to read between the lines on this one. Something about boogers, platonic licking, and an impromptu Malvina Reynolds tribute. Sweet, messy, and not entirely devoid of nutritional value. Hate Factory is like a batch of backroom, bathtub-brewed hooch organic chocolates — dangerously addictive.
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