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Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Boobies!


I was swimming in boobies Saturday night. Porn star boobs! Teensy boobs! Fake boobs! Fake boobs dangling in decaying flesh, like grapefruit in greying, old gym socks! (Sadly, though, Minnie not only kept her shirt on but put a sweater on to boot. Probably for the best - gives me something to look forward to.)

Yes, I am referring to our hawt date to go see "Zombie Strippers!' this past Saturday. Really, if you have a free evening, some booze, and aren't looking for Sundance material, I'd actually recommend it. I'd even watch it again (avec booze.) It had everything: a political message (a la shots at Bush), a good make-up budget, high production values (for a B movie, anyhow,) and it was incredibly ridiculous. Did I mention the ping pong balls? Oh yeah. Classy flick.

One of my favorite parts of the evening - aside from having too much to drink and being snarky with Minnie - was standing outside and watching the people coming into the theater. Really, there were only two shows playing at that time of night: Zombies, and another Harold & Kumar movie. The well dressed professional couple? What are they going to see?!? The aging, salt and pepper couple? Really? Who knew?!? (But maybe they were just really, really early for the midnight showing of RHPS.)

Anyhow, for a B-movie, I'd give this two thumbs up. Three if you have a penis.

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