|Look how scared I am, you guys!|
Alas, I am married to a guy that hates decorations for all holidays. It's crazy. It makes me crazy. It probably makes him more crazy since I disregard him. He should be thankful that I only want the Halloween decorations that I do. He should realize that things could be much, much worse. I could have my heart set on some of these idiotic decorations.
This is not scary. This is stupid. Every one knows that the Reaper drives a Harley and his scythe rides bitch. Duh.
Did the zombie eat some dry ice? Are these the gases that accumulate after one's death? Does the zombie just stay there for atmosphere while his buddies attempt to eat your brains?
Uh. I asked for my pizza without Soylent Green.
If anything, this vulture is your best friend in a horror situation. He's gonna try to eat the zombies and the dead that haven't yet turned. That should slow the zombies down, being without eyeballs and various chunks of their bodies. Come on, vulture buddy. Let's get you fed.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! DEAR GOD! IT'S AN ABOMINATION! Can you imagine how much gas costs for this thing?
It's clearly labeled. It stands over 3 feet tall. How is this scary? Oh. It's $19.99. GAH!