Camp Crystal Meth
You should see our 1996 Dodge Neon. It's got a curse on it...a DEATH curse! Jason is stalking the last two counselors from the doomed summer camp all the way to their new job at some shit-hole ski resort outside Fresno that's inexplicably $88 a night for a fucking trundle bed and shared bathroom off season. OFF. FUCKING. SEASON. Oh, the horror!