Thursday, May 31, 2007
Dawn of the Choad
I don’t know whether to make fun of the grease-cheeks or head for the nearest mall for cover while making sure they don’t bite me by shooting them in the head.
And I’m talking 1970s George Romero Dawn of the Choad, not that remake douchebaggery.
Someone set off a flare and distract them, while I save hottie. Then again, she looks infected. Damn you, Grieco Virus! Damn you to hell.
