I love nerds. It’s really easy to beat money out of them, and their squeals fill me with a primeval sense of joy. Their girly little arms, ridiculously large glasses, and sci-fi themed t-shirts can’t protect them from a solid noogie. However, it can protect them from women.
No deer were harmed in the making of this film. The only thing that was damaged by the end of this was the hunter’s ego. He’d probably have better luck if he tried shooting himself. At least then he might hit the deer by accident.
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.
Far beyond the Crazy World of Arthur Brown, we have the Slow Mo Guys. From what I can tell, their entire job revolves around breaking, blowing up, eating, puking, stabbing, slashing, shooting, and eviscerating random objects and filming it with a slow-motion camera. If I could give them some sort of award for awesomeness, I would, but they already have my dream job, so the only thing I’ll give them is my burning jealousy.