Wednesday, March 28, 2007

screaming car crash zombie boobs

This review is the result of a perfect match of artwork and a critic. The opening:
Remember, when George W. Bush was elected, and he said that thing about how, by 2008, we’d have “movies that would explode in our balls like a shotgun filled with handjobs”?

Well, that promise came true two days ago when I saw GRINDHOUSE in Hollywood. Except not only was it a shotgun full of handjobs exploding in my balls, but also my balls suddenly knew how to make fire using karate. All from seeing GRINDHOUSE, a movie that’s made of screaming car crash zombie boobs.
Via unfogged. If all goes well, this is the second in a series of trash and pop culture posts for today.

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