Tonight, Emma and I were subjected to a debate.....currently ongoing......on the highly important subject of the proper way to kill a zombie. This debate included authoritative citations of The Walking Dead and the Internet. Each method that could be analyzed have been thoroughly examined. Hammers, shotguns, 18-wheelers, 16-wheelers (I haven't figured that one out yet). The topic evolved (although the debaters may not have) to the subject of Zombie firemen. (I couldn't follow the train of thought, but somehow we slid right into that station.) One debater became very animated and attempted to act out the proper methodology. A brief agreement was reached that mom's "look" could probably kill one outright. (I may or may not have been giving that look to the two zombies debating this subject.) Emma decided that in the case of the zombie apocalypse, we'd leave these two yahoos and she'd take shelter with mom. Neither debater appreciated my obs...
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