Well, c'mon, man.How, pray tell, do you expect to control the quality of your creeps without TESTING them?Can you imagine a world overrun with random, untested creeps?It would be chaos!Chaos, I say!W/V is a shout out to annabelle's less popular sister: prunybel
I'm with mikey on this. Standardisation of creepiness is long overdue. A simple label at the top of conservative blogs could alert the first-time reader as to the level of skin crawl they may be about to experience. The unit could be the Schussel or perhaps the Derb.
it's not your HEAD that needs to be stuck in there.
It's not your head they measure.
zrm needs to be beaten about the head and shoulders. UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dudeskull is slowing you down, VS.
You beat him and he just keeps coming at you. I recommend chainsaws.
Not really. Look at the timestamps.
You'd think ripping off his arms and using them to wail on him woulda done the trick...
taekwondo taught me to kick.
VS can't HANDLE a chainsaw in her - ahem- delicate condition.
AHEM.Lawnmower.P.S. WV? That's right: gones~
tundra is triggering me.
I haven't complained about your new blog's system of common tation, zrm.(yet)~
Maybe the comment system sucks, but it's not Blogger and I can adjust the video widths easily to fit, so no more cut off bids!Life isnfullnof trade-offs; but if visitors talk to me nicely and get my clients to pay up before the Rapture so I can stop blowing hobos for quarters, I might be able to look at incorporating JS-Kit as the commenting system.
Who are you trying to kid? We all know you blow hobos for fun. You know, for the same reason I kill 'em.
Btw, every time I glance at this entry title, my mind keeps expecting to see something about sticking a dick in the mashed potatoes.
So much for talking to me nicely, I guess.Vs joins in the zombie hatred!
something about sticking a dick in the mashed potatoes.Worst Bubble-&-Squeak recipe EVAH.Says the Mickeypedia:Bubble and squeak is a traditional English dish made with the shallow-fried leftover vegetables from a roast dinner. The main ingredients are potato and cabbage, but carrots, peas, brussels sprouts, and PENIS can be added.
You beat him and he just keeps coming at you.Wait, what were we talking about again?
Me and Zombie in a buddy movie!!I'm tellin ya, it's an awesome concept. You know, sworn enemies have to work together against a common enemy, I shoot 'em, he eats 'em either way, y'know, we figure out the mystery and along the way discover that there's no real reason to hate each other.In the end, in the final, violent conflagration, in a blaze of explosions, gunfire and viscera, we defeat the bad guy (some kinda Eastern Eurpoean dood with blonde hair and a van dyke havin chin motherfucker) and finally, as the credits start to roll, we're standing side by side in the rubble, silent, just trying to come to terms with the way things played out. And then I pull the .357 Python out of my belt and regretfully put two behind his ear, because, well, hell, you KNOW he's gonna get hungry and I'm gonna get sleepy and, well, do the goddam math...
Why haven't you produced a movie yet? I mean, Jesus.
And then I pull the .357 Python out of my belt and regretfully.......prepared for this moment, ZRM reaches down and pulls out TWO full bottles of Sailor Jerry's. mikey pauses as the zombie lights up a joint, passes it over, then pours two pint glasses full of the Jerry's.Passing one over, ZRM croaks "...dude I understand your suspicion. But hey, let's just get blitzed and go blow up a church or something, hey? Then maybe go looking for that Burt Prelutsky idiot...."Mikey stares for a moment, then takes a draw of the joint. "Hokay, you undead bastard." he chuckles. "Also, I dibs Orly Taitz if she shows up.""Man, you've got more cojones than a zombie." ZRM replies. Both look at each other for a moment, then break into laughter.Better ending. Leave room for a sequel, yanno.
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