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Teen who was playing a zombie at Walking Dead-style attraction run down and killed by bus filled with paintballers
2014-10-13
[DAILYMAIL.CO.UK] A bus carrying paintball players struck and killed a Washington state man inside a zombie attraction at a corn maze in northern Idaho, authorities said Saturday.

Jeremy T. McSpadden Jr., 18, of Spokane Valley, Washington, was a role player in the "Zombie Slayer Paintball Bus" attraction at the Incredible Corn Maze in Hauser on Friday night, the Kootenai County Sheriff's Office said.

Dressed as a zombie, he emerged from his hiding place and ran toward the modified school bus, but he tripped and fell in front of the rear passenger-side tires, witnesses reported.
Posted by:Fred

#8  Hamlet, chris. As opposed to Gimlet, which I suspect you're likely more familiar with.

And knowledge of either will get you Cunegonde.
Posted by: swksvolFF   2014-10-13 19:00  

#7  Busses. Why do they hate fake zombies?
Posted by: BrerRabbit   2014-10-13 18:51  

#6  Of course attacking a bus full of paint ballers is never a good idea.
Posted by: frozen al   2014-10-13 13:56  

#5  What?↑↑↑↑

Hamlet, chris. As opposed to Gimlet, which I suspect you're likely more familiar with.
Posted by: Pappy   2014-10-13 13:10  

#4  A delightful play on theatrical pretensions, Herb Untervehr9087. :-)
Posted by: trailing wife   2014-10-13 10:02  

#3  
Posted by: Big Thromoth3646   2014-10-13 06:37  

#2  What?↑↑↑↑
Posted by: chris   2014-10-13 05:17  

#1  Alas, poor Yorick McSpadden ! I knew him, Horatio Rantburg Fred:
a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath
borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how
abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at
it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know
not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your
gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment,
that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one
now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen?
Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let
her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must
come; make her laugh at that.
Posted by: Herb Untervehr9087   2014-10-13 00:18  

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