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.




Yes, that’s right.

It was the Robb Zombie Apocalypse.

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6 Responses to Sometimes I hate my subconscious


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


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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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