Edited for*ZOMBIE UPDATE*:The Simpson's ZOMBIE!!!game!

Have fun killing ZOMBIE!!! Ned, and ZOMBIE!!! Shakespeare!

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Thanks to Will, again.

What do you when you have a plane, take away the snakes and add ZOMBIES!!!?

You have Plane Dead.

They should rename it Flight of the Living Dead, or good ole' fashion ZOMBIES!!! on a Plane. ZoaP!

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So you want to be a ZOMBIE!!! Here is a nice guide to being a zombie. I like this idea:

If you were in the ground, you had to get out, right? Sooo ... bury your clothing. Preferably in muddy ground. Leave them to soak for awhile; a few days is nice, a week even better. Pull the mess out, and allow them to dry somewhere naturally - we want to encourage a nice colony of mildew. Yes - it will be gross to wear. But you'll have that nice, loamy, acrid smell and an authentic start on your costume. I've done this - it looks great.

Make sure to check out the links to the right for other ZOMBIErefic!!! things.

P.S. Happy Friday the 13th.

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Labels: Halloween, ZOMBIES

Here are is a what is a are is are a variety of vintage Halloween pictures.

Be sure to check out the creepy group photo from a Halloween party circa 1919. Creepy ass olde tymee people. Why were people made so creepy looking back then, they creep me out. Bunch of creeps, creeping me out with their creepy, sepia eyes. creeps.

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The crisp, new, autumn air whips through the bedroom window, the wood blinds clank-clank-clank like a nervous skeleton. The clock on the old wooden bureau turns 6:30AM. Geoff, is awoken to the Men at Work tune, "Who Could it Be Now." After wiping the sleep from his eyes, He realizes the music isn't coming from his alarm, and Men at Work isn't performing the song. The tune is coming from outside, from across the street, from a plastic bust of Frankenstein's Monster! "WHO COULD IT BE!" it shrieks out of key, followed by complete silence.

Wearing nothing but boxers, Homer slippers, a hat, a t-shirt, gloves, sweatpants, and a robe, Geoff shuffles down the stairs, creaking at every step.

If a stranger were to enter the house he would be shot on site. But, if you were to enter the house you would think the most torturous, blood-soaked murders occurred here. Skeletons hang from every wall, severed limbs and heads liter the kitchen, piles of candy corn fill the floor, um, er, I mean bloodied candy corn fill the rotting corpses' chest cavity. But, at last, you would be in a very erroneous state if you thought death lived here. What you see is one man's obsession, one man's wish to having the hauntiest, most ghoulishly, Halloweened decorated house on the block.

Outside, Geoff closes his front door and secures the lock. The morning sun breaks through the dawn's dimness, allowing Geoff to gaze at his neighbor's decorations, at his competition. As he makes he way up the street anywhere from 5 to 23 ideas pop into his head, ways to make his neighbors' "haunted" houses look like Rainbow Brite's elf factory. Victory will be his.


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20 Things You Didn't Know About... Death

6 Within three days of death, the enzymes that once digested your dinner begin to eat you. Ruptured cells become food for living bacteria in the gut, which release enough noxious gas to bloat the body and force the eyes to bulge outward.

That makes me all hungry. Mmmm...bloated body...bulging eyes...

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