Both the lovely Tits McGee and I came upon this slender missive during our summer getaways.
48 blank pages, followed by "It's fiction, dumb ass" on the back cover.
The next day, I drove past a truck emblazoned with "Jesus Christ is LORD! Not a curse word!"
Why not both?
3 comments:
1) Proof!
2) This is my favorite chapter.
3) "Slender missive" would be a great name for a sex toy.
4) I blame you for the fact that I now have Anita Baker stuck in my head.
5) See you in hell! ;)
I don't know who this "steve" person is, but I'll tell you right now that if ping-pong prowess is all that stands between me and the brain-hungry hordes, I'm toast.
Clearly, I'll need to rely on the Sysmidgets to come to my rescue.
My version of the Rapture is more a George Romero movie.
Over dinner tonight, the Sysmidgets and I decided that our plan of action in the looming zombie apocalypse is to challenge the undead horde to one-on-one bouts of ping pong.
We're counting on the slow hand-eye coordination to be so devastating, it will sap their will to unlive.
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