This is it, you guys.
And I am sooo ready.
My car is packed (and not just because I am heading to my folks’ for the holidays….that is, if they ever end up taking place). I filled up my gas tank this morning. And I totally have my Katniss boots on.
I am prepared to do whatever it takes to survive this thing. Even if I have to dump half-decomposed zombie guts on myself and do the undead shuffle. Even if I have to sock Lucifer himself in the mouth. Smite that, motherfucker.
It’s like my whole life has been preparing me for this day.
Maybe I should put on my wedding dress (which means I FOUND ONE! Squee!) so that I’m guaranteed it’ll at least get a few hours worth of wear.
Good luck out there, everyone. Only our wits and stockpiles of Twinkies will save us now.
I feel rather late to the apocalyptic party. Are there any brains left to be had?
Yours look rather delicious.
Oh? You must not have noticed the old bong resin.
I already licked it dry.
Please forgive the mental image this brings up.
Shockingly…the afterlife seems disturbingly too real to be true. *sigh* purgatory?
One can only hope.
I trust the wedding dress has rip away panels,for both functional and sexy zombie slaying scenes,
I like your style.
What are you surviving? In laws? Because that is hard to survive. Becoming Cliche survived a mcrib, but I don’t think that can duplicated.
Mostly the mayan apocalypse, but also partly in-laws. If I don’t make it, my hell will be filled with in-laws.
I know that feeling.
Wait…did the world end or something?
The whole thing rocks, but one part made me laugh so hard I Damn near cried. Smite that, motherfucker. Ahhh that made my day.
As your online bridesmaid, I need to see this dress immediately so I can make sure that my bridesmaid dress pales in comparison.
Don’t worry. Yours will most likely be rainbow colored and covered in puke.