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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.


Be says:

Beware of the home brewing zombies – they will eat your hops!

VandyJ says:

Nick is brewing this weekend. Food and drink are essential, even better if it’s good food and beer.

Sean says:

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.

Jan says:

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…

Mamabadger says:

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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