Hey, you know that idiot in the parking lot who mashes the "unlock" button on her keyfob several times to unlock her door because it's not working properly, when she's standing right next to the car and could easily just stick the key in the door and turn it? Yep, that's me.
Every time I hear Gregg Allman's "I'm No Angel" all I can think about is a very pregnant Amy Poehler dancing/grinding on Josh Brolin in an SNL skit set in a dive bar. It shouldn't be funny at all, but most anything with Amy Poehler manages to overachieve. I still giggle a little bit in the car when that song comes on the radio and my children think I'm nuts.
I can't decide which are scarier, fast zombies or the slow, lumbering kind. I think it depends on the scenario. If you're in a large field or clearing, the speedier zombies are worse because it's harder to escape (whereas you can dodge or kill the slow zombies pretty easily). But if you're in a small room with no way out, that's got to suck having the lurching zombies slowly close in on you, prolonging the horror and dread.
Remind me to never again let my son get Burger King for dinner before football practice. And no, 45 minutes is not enough time from the end of such a meal to the start of physical activity.
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Danny must not have an iron stomach. We would do the same thing about an hour before swim meat warmups from BK and not have any issues..
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