Sunday, October 16, 2011

Dawn of the Dumbasses

The following conversation took place in our living room as we were catching up on season 1 of "The Walking Dead" in anticipation of the season 2 premiere:

Me: "When the zombies come, if for whatever weird reason they happen to get me- pfft, which they totally won't- you can sit around in the dark crying and looking at pictures of me all you want.  As long as you do that after you've pumped my skull full of hot lead."


B-Ry: "Deal."

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is one of the many reasons why I married him.

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