I actually wrote this post last night at 9:30pm when I saw Sour’s post catching up on the drinking. I had this postdated for 7:24am, but I take too long in the shower and I wanted to make sure that MM really was going to be my shower song that I sang to myself; yup, full blast in my ears:
Well, it would’ve been, could’ve been worse than you would ever know
Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the radio.
This morning’s shower song: Dashboard ~ Modest Mouse
(Totally unrelated to the post.)
I hardly see why not being able to run is a disadvantage in a zombie situation. I mean, you run and it attracts attention! … I can’t help that running makes my lungs BURN LIKE THE FIRES OF HADES. It’s some sort of exercise induced asthma that’s undiagnosed. But I’m still kicking some motherfucking zombie ass on the way down!
I agree. I’d rather take my chances by having a 10 gallon container of gas and a chainsaw before running a 10k.
I have a 99% chance of not taking that quiz.
Have you seen 28 weeks later? How bad do you think that guy felt (you’ll know what I mean if you saw it).
I’d rather just be the king zombie.
I wouldn’t run. I would just take as many with me as I could.
Although arguably, they would be hard pressed to find much of a brain on me.
Dawg, ew.
That’s a little too messy for my taste.
Wah, I saw it. I know he felt really bad, but what choice did he have?
Avi, zombies are stupid. You wanna be stupid? Weird.
Fab, *tsk*
did you see serpent of the rainbow and all
Nope nope nope nope nope nope. Maybe. But I blocked it out if I did, on purpose.