Some days you can’t even get through the apocalypse without a hassle. Amitirite?

It’s like that time when my friend Paul asked, “What do you think Bethany is doing right now?” and I was like, “Dude what do you think? Shuffling around the inside of that refrigerator truck with the blank stare of the living dead craving human flesh like 89% of the rest of the state.” and he was like, “But seriously you think she’s thinking about me?” and I was like, “Dude she’s a friggin zombie she ain’t thinking about nothing.”

It’s late. I should log off.