It's Monday and I'm already tired and barely alive. In fact, I'm afraid to go look in the mirror; I'm afraid I might see that I'm turning zombie. Wouldn't surprise me!
You guys have a good Monday. See you mañana.
Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
6 comments:
Zombie Chicks are Hot!!
Except every time you kiss one, you get a mouthfull of rice!
It's NOT rice?
(Maggots?)
like the zombie.
don't like the rice image, G-man!
take rest sj...you'll run yourself down for xmas otherwise!
There probably are some hot zombie chicks, Mr. G., but I'm with Pinks on this one -- could have done without the rice image.:P
There's no rest for the weary, Pinks. I'll be good to go for Xmas, though.:)
Working night shift, and being culinary barbarian I am, zombies avoid me ;-)
That's odd, Skunk, since zombies are pretty much culinary barbarians themselves.:-)
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