From deep, deep in the cotton-pickin' red clay'd piney woods o' east Texas, I bring you the tales of my sister Bethzilla, hideous freakin' white trash welfare-cheatin' pill-popping, bowl-smoking, vodka-swilling redneck swamp thing what done crawled up out of the danged boggy bottoms of Uncertain, Texas and also of Momma, a transplanted, dirt-floored, rice paddy, hand-raised Cajun girl from the south Texas depression era. Take a look see. Go ahead, lookee.
Friday, September 29, 2006
Night Of The Living Dead
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I saw this one for the first time in the now defunct downtown Marshall movie theater and had to ride my bicycle 5 miles home at dusk, watching every dark corner along the way for suspected emerging zombies. I made that 5 miles home in record time.
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