All I have to say, is that if this is the kind of preparation being done, you are all doomed.
Well, of course I recognize that EVERYBODY is doomed, because entropy and all, but I mean MORE doomed. Prematurely doomed. It may be noted that even in this drill, everybody died.
Sheesh. I am more concerned about mikey’s preparedness, and he has A SQUIRREL AS AN ADVISOR! Of course, mikey and I will be doing an explosions-and-flames remodeling effort in Milwaukee, so we are partners these days. However, considering the way I’ve been treated by my ACTUAL partners, I expect mikey to shoot-or-stab me in the back at the first opportunity, so I WILL be taking precautions. If yours is the head I cut off and duct tape to the back of mine, I EXPECT you to warn me when mikey is sneaking up.
I apologize that this post is not about current events, like the last couple. Not that the Zombocalypse is not a current, or near-current, event; but perhaps I reveal too much.
Also, “ask a policeman if you can taze someone.” I am so doing that. The Bloggess gets bonus points for using “My Vagina Is Eight Miles Wide” as a theme song. We will probably eat her branes last. If she moves to Cleveland. Why yes, I would like a little more of the office rum, please.