An exchange which took place on 18th St between myself, zombified, and 3 young children in costume being escorted by their mother on Halloween night.
Child #1 (innocently): What are you supposed to be?
Me (drunkenly): I'm a FUCKING ZOMBIE!!!
That's all.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
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I love this because I can actually hear you saying it. I laugh every time I read it.
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