Sometimes I hate my subconscious

Last night I dreamed I was being chased by zombies.

Little, one foot tall zombies. (Like those little demons from “The Gate“)

They all looked exactly like Robb Allen.

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Yes, that’s right.

It was the Robb Zombie Apocalypse.

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6 Responses to Sometimes I hate my subconscious

  1. BWAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAAA!

    I don’t know what’s funnier: the punchline, or the thought of little pantsless zombies chasing you.

    tweaker

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  3. Bubblehead Les says:

    “…and don’t forget to Tip your Waitresses and Bartenders. We’ll be here all week!”

  4. Weer'd Beard says:

    Go sit on a therapy couch and drop that Bomb and they’ll cut you a check for a full refund.

    “Sorry, can’t help you, bub!”

  5. DaddyBear says:

    Thanks Alan! I now know what music I want to die fighting with!

  6. Robert says:

    Yet another datum illustrating that I am “out of the loop” as I have no idea WTF this post is about. Either that, or it’s the gin and tonic kicking in. Life is so confusing…

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