Monday, January 20, 2014

I'm an Undead Crossdresser.

After going through my Zombie Scrapbook last night, I realized that I always dress-up like dead guys. I'm not sure why I do this, since hiding my boobs is such a pain in the ass, or, more accurately, the chest. Any psychologists want to take a shot at diagnosing me? (Aim for the head.)
Cousin Eddie "Save the neck for me, Clark."


Bob Ross "Happy, little, dead trees!"


The Dude "Another Caucasian, Gary!"

Wayne & Garth "I think I"m gonna hurl!"

Bill & Ted "All we are is dust in the wind, dude."

Captain Quint "He's got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll's eyes. When he comes at ya, doesn't seem to be livin'. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white."

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