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mmmmmmmbrains.........
*shuffles slowly forward, arms outstretched*
*shuffles slowly forward, arms outstretched*
Home at last, but...
Jun. 13th, 2007 09:53 pmI managed to fight my way home through the zombie-infested streets. My weapon of choice? The blade from the paper trimmer. Though the scalding hot coffee did send a few running at a crucial moment.
Of course, nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I arrived home...
ZOMBIE EIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's trying to eat my face as I type this. I don't know how much longer my strength will hold out!
This could be the end...
Of course, nothing could have prepared me for what I found when I arrived home...
ZOMBIE EIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's trying to eat my face as I type this. I don't know how much longer my strength will hold out!
This could be the end...
Inquiring minds want to know...
Jun. 13th, 2007 03:44 pm[Poll #1002689]
ETA: Because there was some confusion on the subject, paper trimmer = paper cutter. It's the flat plane with the big slidey arm that has a blade in it. Sorta like a guillotine, but for paper. *g*
ETA: Because there was some confusion on the subject, paper trimmer = paper cutter. It's the flat plane with the big slidey arm that has a blade in it. Sorta like a guillotine, but for paper. *g*
Zombies, zombies everywhere...
Jun. 13th, 2007 03:24 pmWhat an odd day for an apocalypse. I mean, really, a Wednesday? Color me surprised.
So... I'm not sure exactly what's going on (beyond the obvious, read: ZOMBIES!), but I can tell you all one thing for sure: accountants make scarier zombies than you might think. Though at least their tendancy to always carry a pen in their front pocket lends itself to easy-access weapons. I stabbed two zombies in the eye on my way into the office today. Of course, that didn't stop them for long. I barely made it into the elevator! I need to find something good for decapitation around here, but all we have are office supplies!
Something tells me I should've just called in sick...
So... I'm not sure exactly what's going on (beyond the obvious, read: ZOMBIES!), but I can tell you all one thing for sure: accountants make scarier zombies than you might think. Though at least their tendancy to always carry a pen in their front pocket lends itself to easy-access weapons. I stabbed two zombies in the eye on my way into the office today. Of course, that didn't stop them for long. I barely made it into the elevator! I need to find something good for decapitation around here, but all we have are office supplies!
Something tells me I should've just called in sick...
