Sometimes I sneak M & Ms.
Zuhhmmddeyimzzahh zzneeegh eemuhnemmzzz.
Biographical Musings from the Zombie Jar
Sometimes I sneak M & Ms.
Zuhhmmddeyimzzahh zzneeegh eemuhnemmzzz.
Or did they? These are exactly the type of boys to go poking zombies with sticks. When the Apocalypse arrives, how will we know where our children are? At this point, society has so little discipline and so little chain of command, that whole schools may go over before anyone sounds the alarm. (What, she’s not home? I’ll talk to her when she comes home.)
Or did they? These are exactly the type of boys to go poking zombies with sticks. When the Apocalypse arrives, how will we know where our children are? At this point, society has so little discipline and so little chain of command, that whole schools may go over before anyone sounds the alarm. (What, she’s not home? I’ll talk to her when she comes home.)
I love school cafeterias. There is so much food.
Ahhhlllvvv zoohllgg ahvuhderreeahz. Dehhrzzohmm uhj vuhd.
I love school cafeterias. There is so much food.
Ahhhlllvvv zoohllgg ahvuhderreeahz. Dehhrzzohmm uhj vuhd.
No doubt a number of followers have laid mental flowers on my grave after this long absence. After so long it’s only natural to think I was a little too slow, a little to complacent when my friend’s enunciation started to slip and she started to shamble.
Well, it was a close one. Here’s my advice for the day: Never put it down to the beer. A serious attack on a six-pack can easily disguise the signs that someone is going over.