The zombie rabbit debate continued this evening.
I'm sure that some pretty powerful words were exchanged in the argument, but I forget what they were now.
Still, I really think that this one could run, run, run.
UNUTTERABLE BILGE
The zombie rabbit debate continued this evening.
I'm sure that some pretty powerful words were exchanged in the argument, but I forget what they were now.
Still, I really think that this one could run, run, run.
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Whilst playing Rayman Raving Rabbids on my friend's Wii:
Me: Are you sure they're not zombie rabbits? They're coming out of graves.
Friend: Yes, but they're wearing helmets.
So, then: being undead and wearing protective headgear… Mutually exclusive?
Discuss.
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I'll shall now be adding cadaver to my list of top words.
I think I like it because it reminds me of the word cad, which in turn makes me think of moustached Terry-Thomasesque characters.
In fact, it gives me fantastic images of well-dressed plummy zombies sporting military moustaches and ambling around in dressing gowns, smoking jackets and/or leather flying helmets, giving their victims broad gap-toothed smiles right before eating their brains.
Now, I think that would be a jolly good show.
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It would seem that today we have found a new member for the utter tripe section of our DVD collection.
It isn't that we like buying bad films, you must understand, it's just that the combination of impossibly funny, cheesy and/or crap front covers and a desperately small price tag makes it somehow seem acceptable to buy indiscriminately.
To be honest, we've been quite lucky about this historically. I can honestly say that we have only two utterly and despicably awful DVDs in our possession.
Until tonight, that is.
Oh, yes. We now have an impressive third.
As things stood earlier today, the scourge of our DVD collection consisted only of the truly abysmal Python (starring Robert Englund and Casper Van Dien) and the frankly criminal The House of the Dead. The latter scoring highly in the being-particularly-disappointing film stakes for bearing no resemblance whatsoever to the video game of the same name, and its complete lack of the actual house.
Technically, that left us with a 50-50 giant snake/zombie split in the old appalling film stakes. Tonight's debacle, however, has swung that round to a 67-33 in favour of the giant snakes.
Yes, it was Snakes on a Train.
Note the mode of transport for these particular snakes. Not on a plane, like in another recent movie, but on a train. Oh, yes. Very clever what the writers did there.
I'd like to point out at this juncture, that I only parted with £2.97 for this marvel of the televisual arts. I stand by my decision. It was worth it.
It was worth it for the spectacularly bad ending. And the pain we'll be able to inflict on visiting friends.
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