I told him I'd want a shotgun, a machete, and a flame thrower. I'm pretty sure I could last a while with that.
Togers told me that when he was in the hospital, Mr M saw one of those rolling beds. He was fascinated by it, and went up to the doctor and said, "That would be perfect for the zombie apocalypse. You could just fill that bottom rack up with dynamite, then roll it down a hill and blow up a bunch of zombies."
He's nine. The doctor probably thinks he's a psycho. The next ten years or so are bound to be interesting with that kid.
But, now that I'm aware of his new obsession, he ought to be happy with the two shirts I bought him for Christmas from Threadless.com
The End Of The Road:
The Horde:
2 comments:
you alive?
Well all see him on the internetbecause he got kicked out if school wearing that.
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