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| Zombie and I got into an arguement the other day over which zombie films were better, the old, slow ones, or the new fast as hell ones. | |
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| Ah, the Dawn of the Dead vs. the remake arguement. | |
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| I likened the old ones to a sit-down restaurant with very slow, shitty service. He likened the new ones to fast food...fast as hell, but in the end, completely unsatisfying. | |
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| But who's scared of a zombie that has a maximum speed of 2 miles per hour? My grandma can do at least 5 if you tell her Murder She Wrote is on. | |
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| That's what I said! Then he bit me in the ass and things got weird. | |
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| I guess he likened your ass to a rack of lamb or something. Can I have your cubicle when you turn? | |
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