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Jan. 23rd, 2007 08:45 amOn my way to the bus this morning, two dogs being walked by neighbors started barking at me like crazy.
Perhaps they could sense that last night, in my dreams, I beat what may or may not have been a zombie dog to death.
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Look, in zombie situations you act fast. You turn a corner, there's a bulldog, you hit it in the fucking head with the nunchuks that the house you're in inexplicably has about 8 sets of, all hanging in the kitchen. And yeah, after the first hit, I kept hitting it. I figured that I hit its head hard enough to crack the skull the first time, so alive or dead, I really needed to finish the job.
Also, while I love cats, I could not fucking understand why we thought that staying in a MASSIVE, mansion-like house with thirty of them would be safe. Great, defensible house? Yes. World where dead animals become zombies? Umm, if you love somebody, set them free? Fast? Into zombieland?
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This is why I'm not allowed to sleep
Perhaps they could sense that last night, in my dreams, I beat what may or may not have been a zombie dog to death.
...
Look, in zombie situations you act fast. You turn a corner, there's a bulldog, you hit it in the fucking head with the nunchuks that the house you're in inexplicably has about 8 sets of, all hanging in the kitchen. And yeah, after the first hit, I kept hitting it. I figured that I hit its head hard enough to crack the skull the first time, so alive or dead, I really needed to finish the job.
Also, while I love cats, I could not fucking understand why we thought that staying in a MASSIVE, mansion-like house with thirty of them would be safe. Great, defensible house? Yes. World where dead animals become zombies? Umm, if you love somebody, set them free? Fast? Into zombieland?
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This is why I'm not allowed to sleep