Recently the Amazon gods bestowed upon me gifts of incalculable value. First and foremost, big thanks to the person who got me the Monster Nation book. You can never go wrong with zombie fiction! Woot!
By the way, if the person who sent me Monster Nation could send me a quick email, I’d really appreciate it. I just want to say thanks.
I was also quite happy to get the perfect shirt in which to consume nog:
Thanks Bekah! Bekah was also kind enough to inform me that I shouldn’t under any circumstances try to eat the shirt.
Finally, tfg sent me this, with the understanding that I would be eating some of it.
Thanks for the candle, jerkass.
For those of you interested in meeting me in the emergency room, I’ll be eating this candle on Saturday evening, December 9th. I’ll be sure to have an hilarious post, or an obituary, up on Monday. And for the record, I want my headstone to read, “He loved his nog like he loved his women, thick and frothy.”
No wait, that sounds horrible. How about, “He loved his zombies like he loved his women, dead and shambling.”? No. That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard.
“Died Tragically Rescuing His Family From The Remains Of A Destroyed Sinking Battleship“? Nah, it’s been done.
It’ll probably just be, “Please don’t urinate on this headstone. Thank you, The Management.”
