You’ll Know Who Your Friends Are When The Zombie Apocalypse Happens

zombieI was going to write a post titled Ashton Kutcher’s Pancreas, but I really don’t have the wherewithal to go on a rant (especially about Aston Kutcher and his pancreas) – besides, other far more intelligent bloggers than I have already pretty much said what I have to say about it.  So I’ll spare us all and tell you about an amusing conversation I had with Oldest Son via IM yesterday afternoon.

Oldest Son (telling me about a friend of his who is a gun collector):  I don’t know if I’ll go to his place or your place when the zombie apocalypse happens.

Me:  My next door neighbor is armed to the teeth.  And he brews his own beer.

Oldest Son:  Okay – your house it is, then.

Never underestimate the power of a freezer full of grass-fed beef and a neighbor who microwbrews.

Have a great weekend, y’all.

5 thoughts on “You’ll Know Who Your Friends Are When The Zombie Apocalypse Happens”

  1. Yeah, but does your next door neighbor have cob cannons and cattails, or is he still using those backwards-ass pea-shooters?

    Thanks for the link and the too-gracious praise.

    1. Well, if he’s smart he’ll set up a good defense line of magnet mushrooms behind a line of tall-nuts, and he won’t need the backwards-ass pea-shooter.

      We won’t even go into those damn bungee-zombies on the roof…

  2. Can his neighbor cook? Because who cares if you live if it’s just you and Twin kids that survive? With all this snow a few cherry bombs for the zambonies wouldn’t hurt, either.

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