I lost my taste for zombies after 2007's Diary of the Dead, in which George Romero drove yet another heavy-handed political allegory into the ground, brought it back from the dead, then hammered it down again. However, as indicated by his whimsical user name, squirt the daisies isn't a serious-message guy: His zombies just wanna have fun.
Capt. Rhodes gets around to this kind of project when the working day is done.
pixelbaron's image is much more entertaining and efficient than sitting through that golf montage in Carriers.
Donny Brook was brave in the attempt.
Ginny Field serves brains for dinner, brains for lunch, brains for breakfast, brains for brunch.
Brains again, Ginny Field? Why can't we have some guts?
"Really, Holmes!" I dropped into my seat, shocked. "You are remarkably tall! What are you, six foot six? Six foot eight?"
As the 19th century diver approaches a giant clam, a flash of brilliant golden light flares from within the shell. I emerge in a swirl of bubbles and do the timeless universal underwater hand signals for the following: ZODIAC KILLER, KKK, BLOOD OF YOUTH
Photoshop Phriday showcases the tremendous image manipulation talents of the Something Awful Forum Goons. Each week they tackle a new theme, parodying movies, video games, comics, history, and anything else you can think of. If you want in on the action, join us on the Something Awful Forums!