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wordinista) wrote2004-08-03 09:31 pm
wordinista) wrote2004-08-03 09:31 pm
*howling with laughter*
OMFG. Okay. Anyone with Showtime NEEDS to check out "Bram Stoker's Burial of the Rats."
Holy shit, I'm nearly laughing myself sick here.
Apparently, from what I can tell, a youngMarty Stu Bram Stoker (one with a mysteriously American accent) stumbles upon a race of vigilante women from a world where there are ONLY women.
And, apparently, in a world filled only with women, said women choose to walk around in tiny bikinis made of fur or possibly leather. Because, you know, if we overpowered all the men, the first thing we'd all do is snap on a pair of thongs. Screw the fuzzy slippers and pajama pants -- I want an underwire push-up bra in black leather!!
Okay, so Bram, who, by the way, is surrounded by half naked women, and is having tits and ass THROWN AT HIM -- but all he wants to do is write. Yeah, okay. When "writing" becomes a euphemism for either having sex or masturbation, I'll believe that.
Huh. Where was I? Oh, right. So, Bram brings the bikini-clad vigilantes back with him to... uh, either Ireland or England (hard to tell, as everyone sounded American). They then appear to storm a bordello, freeing all the women within. Outside there are bikini clad women kicking soldiers' asses in some pretty laughable swordplay (I swear to all that's holy I saw one of the chicks "stab" a guy in the side, where he held the prop in place with his arm).
And then... uh... I guess Bram... rescues his True Love from the Evil Bordello (tm)? And... brings her back to the land of the Scantily Clad Vigilante Women? I think?
And, for some reason, rats started infesting the bordello. I dunno. Maybe Willard Stiles was knocking about somewhere.
Holy shit, I'm nearly laughing myself sick here.
Apparently, from what I can tell, a young
And, apparently, in a world filled only with women, said women choose to walk around in tiny bikinis made of fur or possibly leather. Because, you know, if we overpowered all the men, the first thing we'd all do is snap on a pair of thongs. Screw the fuzzy slippers and pajama pants -- I want an underwire push-up bra in black leather!!
Okay, so Bram, who, by the way, is surrounded by half naked women, and is having tits and ass THROWN AT HIM -- but all he wants to do is write. Yeah, okay. When "writing" becomes a euphemism for either having sex or masturbation, I'll believe that.
Huh. Where was I? Oh, right. So, Bram brings the bikini-clad vigilantes back with him to... uh, either Ireland or England (hard to tell, as everyone sounded American). They then appear to storm a bordello, freeing all the women within. Outside there are bikini clad women kicking soldiers' asses in some pretty laughable swordplay (I swear to all that's holy I saw one of the chicks "stab" a guy in the side, where he held the prop in place with his arm).
And then... uh... I guess Bram... rescues his True Love from the Evil Bordello (tm)? And... brings her back to the land of the Scantily Clad Vigilante Women? I think?
And, for some reason, rats started infesting the bordello. I dunno. Maybe Willard Stiles was knocking about somewhere.