Try it for yourself.
I got 88%, but I'm not proud for what I've done.
http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/zombie
Sunday, July 13, 2008
That damn Zombie
Try it for yourself.
I got 88%, but I'm not proud for what I've done.
http://www.oneplusyou.com/bb/zombie
Sundays and Sam Adams
It was a good day.
I worked all morning on the yard enjoying a nice July morn with temps in the 70's.
I got done with everything and went to the store. Brats and Burgers for supper.
This is where paradise ends.
On the way back from the store, I was slowed by two elderly old people. I use the two together not as a weakness of grammar, but to expound on their age. Death, if you're reading this, e-mail me. I have their address and I think they're avoiding you.
Anywho, they were doing 35 in a 55 mph zone. They'd slow down and the old man would point something out. The old woman would nod along like a spastic chimpanzee. The two lane was a little busy or else I would have gone by them in a flash of glory, or at least flashed them the middle finger.
Setting outside letting the sun bake my already sunburnt skull I started thinking about Mad
Max. How easy things would be if it were a post-apocalyptical world. I would have just rode up beside them in a calm fashion, and simply taken off the old man's finger with my chainsaw gun. Problem solved, no more pointing.
Although, I would trade in the motorcycle/chainsaw combo for say a big truck with a missile system.
I also don't know about the leather pants. In a typical Kansas summer these could be wicked hot. Maybe trade it in for a pair of chaps and a studded cod-piece. That could chaff.
Chaos, how you can be such a fickle mistress.
I worked all morning on the yard enjoying a nice July morn with temps in the 70's.
I got done with everything and went to the store. Brats and Burgers for supper.
This is where paradise ends.
On the way back from the store, I was slowed by two elderly old people. I use the two together not as a weakness of grammar, but to expound on their age. Death, if you're reading this, e-mail me. I have their address and I think they're avoiding you.
Anywho, they were doing 35 in a 55 mph zone. They'd slow down and the old man would point something out. The old woman would nod along like a spastic chimpanzee. The two lane was a little busy or else I would have gone by them in a flash of glory, or at least flashed them the middle finger.
Setting outside letting the sun bake my already sunburnt skull I started thinking about Mad
Max. How easy things would be if it were a post-apocalyptical world. I would have just rode up beside them in a calm fashion, and simply taken off the old man's finger with my chainsaw gun. Problem solved, no more pointing.Although, I would trade in the motorcycle/chainsaw combo for say a big truck with a missile system.
I also don't know about the leather pants. In a typical Kansas summer these could be wicked hot. Maybe trade it in for a pair of chaps and a studded cod-piece. That could chaff.
Chaos, how you can be such a fickle mistress.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Happy 4th
The kids across the street are blowing stuff up.
It reminds me of the Vietnam vet that lived across the street from a friend of mine. Needless to say, they were both insane. My friend would light off a miniature black powder cannon he made. Fill it back up and wait. . .
because usually a few minutes after it went off, the vet would come outside and scream at him. Then the cannon would fire again.
The vet hit the ground, usually for a couple of minutes.
It makes me wonder with a fresh war out there and a lot of casualties, how many vets are hitting the ground freaking out now with fireworks overhead?
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