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Gotta admire Bishop, for being useful even after being torn in half.

Yes. Definitely my favorite Tim Curry.

What was the name of the movie where the creepy granny started crawling on the ceiling in the diner like Spiderpig?

Well, how else do you get them into their cages??? ;)

Another one of my pile of favorites. Horror, humor, nekkid girl in cemetery, old guy wise enough to carry a weapon when embalming alone late at night, creepy medical supply warehouse, Clu Gallagher, zombies that talk......truly an outstanding movie.

Freddy VS. Jason FTW.

Seems that being burned, then coming back to life multiple times is very hard on the complexion and dental work.

They remind me of the Butt-Heads from Star Trek TOS pilot episodes, only their heads are made of broccoli.

Creepy kids being evil just because they can? Check.

I saw Jaws during it’s initial theater run. (Yes, I am THAT old.) Very crowded theater, excellent movie. Some lady up in the front row actually passed out from the suspense during the movie.

My gosh. What did you do to your dad to deserve that ???

I’m still in love with Linda Blair.

(Voice over P.A. system in airport)

One of my all time favorite horror movies. I still get an involuntary twitch whenever I’m near a small, shiny silver sphere.

Dang. I had never seen that character until now. Thanks a lot, folks.

It warms the cockles of my heart to know that even hundreds of years in the future, the grenade launcher, pump shotgun and flamethrower still endure as weapons of choice for dealing with alien menaces. Sometimes an assault rifle is just not the right tool for the job, ya know?

Try watching that movie in a completely dark room lit only by the glow of an eighty two inch television hooked up to lots of surround sound speakers. i didn’t crap myself. I didn’t crap for two weeks afterward. Everything just went back inside and hid, along with my re-ascended testicles.

Yup, and rats usually don’t throw things at your head. Rats>squirrels.

Squirrel=rat with fluffy tail.

I have a close friend that borders on being the typical “crazy cat lady”. She was feeding not only strays around where she lived, but drove across town to put food out for a mother and litter of strays behind a Boston Market. We’re all like, “HELLO! Boston Market!!!! Lots of FOOD in parking lot and dumpster!!! That’s