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.
.
.
.
Yes, that’s right.
It was the Robb Zombie Apocalypse.
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.
.
.
.
Yes, that’s right.
It was the Robb Zombie Apocalypse.
BWAAAAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAAAAA!
I don’t know what’s funnier: the punchline, or the thought of little pantsless zombies chasing you.
tweaker
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“…and don’t forget to Tip your Waitresses and Bartenders. We’ll be here all week!”
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!”
Thanks Alan! I now know what music I want to die fighting with!
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…