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That mother-effing song.

You know, I actually got the chorus to "Walk like a Dinosaur" stuck in my head yesterday morning. I was about to cut bitches. Or walk like a dinosaur. Either way, it wouldn't've been pretty.

As I was previewing my earlier post, though, I saw that one of my bad movie resources, Mad Mad Mad Mad Movies, posted a recent review of Track Of The Moonbeast, which I'd seen on MST3k years ago and always loved.

What got me though was the title of the review: "Track of the Moon Beast (1976), Or Stalk Like A Dinosaur".

I'm dangerously close to getting that song stuck in my head again, but goddamn if I didn't laugh my ass off when I read that.

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