Tag: absurd

Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death: The Official Nerfed Llamas Review @fullmoonhorror

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Cannibal Women in the Avocado Jungle of Death: The Official Nerfed Llamas Review – Yes Virginia, that is the actual title of the movie Another day in May is another wonderful reason to continue the month long celebration of the robust catalog of films made by Full Moon Features! After dipping fairly heavy into the horror side of Full Moon recently, I felt that it would be a nice change of pace to try a pure comedy flick. Although not as well known for comedy as they are for horror and…

A Day In The Life Of Bob #AmWriting #Bob #Absurd #Comedy #Hashtag

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I have written a handful of these tacky little tales of the deranged Bob and his continuing misadventures. If it tickles your fancy, you can read them: Bob’s Dangling Solution, Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster, and Bob Files His Taxes. May God have mercy on your soul if choose to read them. I’ll say a few “nomine Patris” for you. A Day in the Life of Bob By: Packy The night was sultry, not that this descriptive opening statements has any bearings on the story being told, nor…

The Birth of Diabetic Dracula #AmWriting #DiabeticDracula

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Think of today’s original fiction piece as a tacky movie pitch for Adam Sandler’s next direct to Netflix movie or perhaps even TV series. It’s absurdly silly, it requires an extreme amount of linguistic overacting, and it’s a straight up comedy – all perfect for Sandler. Also, it would be a hard “R” rated horror-comedy, which would diversify his movie portfolio nicely. So if you are reading this, Mr. Sandler (or anybody else with wads of disposable funds that you would like to throw at me), and you like it:…

Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster – Original Fiction

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Bob Returns a Video Tape to Blockbuster – Original Fiction “It was as humid as hell,” Bob thought gently to himself as he lay horizontally in his recliner, bathed in only his own sweat. The ceiling fan was rocking from side to side in a violent rhythm that made it seem as if it had just snorted a line of coke (not the delicious beverage), but the cool wind generated by these gyrations weren’t enough. Not only was it hot, but the air was filled with the outstanding aroma of…