When last we saw our hero (that is, me), he had just taken another step on his continuing road to a brain weirder than the brain that wouldn't die by watching and praising Crazy Lips. Obviously he had to see the sequel.
And let me tell you, Gore may at first look like the more coherent of the two films, but will turn out to be even more looney. There is much less sleaze around this time, and no gore at all, but when confronted with a mixture of alien abductions, aliens, alien Indians, multiple genre changes, missing daughters who may or may not exist, a classic kung fu fight, three musical numbers, rebirth as a spider, time travel, the return of some dead members of the cast of the first film, the return of even more actors from the first film, puking, silly flying model houses, bathroom-less houses, evil mothers, political candidates from outer space (with theme song), a jailbreak, and everything else you never wanted in a film, you are not going to complain about the lack of sex. Well, I won't.