I almost feel bad for this guy. He should have put that bacon in a more durable sack. However, the expression on his face when he realizes the bacon is just gone does kinda crack me up. This is a moderately amusing little flick. Watch it to kill a couple minutes.
Who knew zombies liked bacon?
There is something inherently terrifying about the lightless depths of the ocean. It’s an alien and unexplored world covering the majority of this planet. Who knows what could be down there, lurking…. waiting to strike us down and devour us.
I think that’s one of the reasons I enjoy H.P. Lovecrafts stories so much. It captures that nameless dread and terror of the unexplored and the unknown. However it is also thanks to his stories (and the movie “Jaws”), that I will NEVER go swiming in the ocean…. ever.
I love those old propaganda films. And I love the undead. Much like a Resus Peanut butter cup, those are two great tastes that go well together.
Yummy.
Just in case you were wondering the “Broom stick Defence” doesn’t even work on my dog. I doubt it will work on me when I come to devour your flesh. Just and FYI. I loved it when the zombies were at that guys door discussing how to get in. That makes me laugh.
Looks kind of interesting. A telling of the coming zombie apocalypse from a different perspective. Trailer could have used way more zombie action in it though as it seamed a bit on the low budget side.
ZOMBIE MARRIAGE COUNSELING: I DON'T EAT GUYS
Okay, this is the funniest thing I’ve seen in a while. Trust me this is worth your time. I hope that when I’m a zombie these services will be available for me and my undead needs.
Watch this.
ZOMBIE MARRIAGE COUNSELING: I’M A LESBIAN
I love these so much, These should be on network TV…. Instead of “Dancing with the stars.”
“Dancing with the Stars” has a distinct lack of Lesbian zombies, and that’s very wrong.
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