11-11-2008, 11:45 AM
Who knew being undead made you a better stripper. The trip to the champagne room downgrades, though.
This fabulous film starts off as an homage to Aliens. A crack crew is sent to the secret government base to stop the Zombies who were made by the government from escaping. Naturally, one of the commandos gets bitten and runs off rather than being killed. He ends up at an underground strip club which from the way it was shot seems to be on the secret government base, as well. He bites one of the strippers and she becomes undead. But her stripping improves dramatically. The goth stripper sees this and wants to become undead, too. Soon, all the strippers want to be undead. Robert Englund, of Nightmare on Elm street fame, is the proprietor of the club. He loves the new Zombie Strippers but doesn't care for the aftermath of the stripping. The Zombies need a snack and it usually happens at the end of the lap dance. Where the lap becomes the snack. A lot of Zombies without penises being held in the basement.
I don't know how it turns out. I'm saving that for when the Queen is out of town.
This fabulous film starts off as an homage to Aliens. A crack crew is sent to the secret government base to stop the Zombies who were made by the government from escaping. Naturally, one of the commandos gets bitten and runs off rather than being killed. He ends up at an underground strip club which from the way it was shot seems to be on the secret government base, as well. He bites one of the strippers and she becomes undead. But her stripping improves dramatically. The goth stripper sees this and wants to become undead, too. Soon, all the strippers want to be undead. Robert Englund, of Nightmare on Elm street fame, is the proprietor of the club. He loves the new Zombie Strippers but doesn't care for the aftermath of the stripping. The Zombies need a snack and it usually happens at the end of the lap dance. Where the lap becomes the snack. A lot of Zombies without penises being held in the basement.
I don't know how it turns out. I'm saving that for when the Queen is out of town.
So much for the flickr badge idea. Dammit