You know, I'd make more zombocalypse/ebola references but as soon as I did four seperate new cases of the disease would crop up the next day and have nothing to do with the Dallas guy, and then I'd look like a bigger asshole than I normally am.
In an ebola outbreak you won't be shooting shamblors in the head. No, you will have to defend yourself from other humans that AREN'T sick yet but are panicky and a bit grabby about things that don't belong to them and also settling perceived scores in the chaos: "I'll show YOU you hotdish serving Episcopaleans! Think you can snipe our fundraising marks? Book of Common Prayer and Infant-Christening my Aunt Fanny!" And then a bloodbath with the Pentecostals.
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Tam and I enjoyed pork barbecue Friday night, the kind that consists
of pork and a few vegetable cooked down in a smoky, tomato-based sauce with
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