I have returned from the frozen tundra of Idaho and nipping at my heels was the feared Zombie Potato God who rules that blasted region of our benighted world with an iron fist… Do Zombie Potato deities have fists?
I know they have eyes and lots of them, but fists?
I am so glad to be home, and I’m even more glad that these damned holidays are OVER. Couldn’t get anything done with all this disgusting love, cheer, and family togetherness biting into my bitter loner drawing time.
So frustrating.
Relatives love children, the younger the better. Toss your little girl in like a grenade, then dive aside and they might not even notice your there. It may seem cruel, but sacrifices must be made.
Aaaaaaaaah, wrong “your”!
Dang it! I keep doing that. Have to fix that tonight.
I should make my new year’s resolution to be “Learn how to spell properly”
Ladybelle, lol I’m ready to sacrifice the daughter at the moment. She just about broke daddy’s nose last night when she headbutted me in the face.
Holly crap it hurts, and her little head is strrrrrrrooooonnnnngggg.
It is nice to have you back, Carter. And if her head is so strong, then maybe you can use her as a battering ram if it’s too late to use her as a pipe bomb.
She’s too feisty to cram the explosives into. I probably could use her as a battering ram though. That’s a good idea.
Actually I think she might have really broken my nose. I’m still swollen and the pain is impressive even a day later. It’s not crooked or anything, but dang! Time for the Loratab.
I was talking about using her like what happened in this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plrlXVXVHMo
Hmmmm sounds like she has a Zombie proof head… a useful survival trait
That’s true, with her diamond hard noggin my daughter is uniquely qualified to survive the coming zombpocalypse.
I on the other am doomed. It’s been two days and my head is still killing me. It’s official, I’m a wimp and my six year old daughter is tougher than I am… super.
No, her head is just tougher than your nose… a lot tougher… smiley face!
My son was a concrete head too. There would be times I would have a black eye and he didn’t even wake up after smacking me. It was a huge noggin as well.
I guess I’m the exact opposite of a bleeder. I clot really fast and almost never bruise or swell. That my daughter has made me do all three… well it was an impressive hit.
In a way I’m proud of her. In another way, I’ll hold a grudge till she’s in her thirties.
Or at least until something else pops up. Did you check the link?
I checked it out. That’s how every Left 4 Dead game goes for me even on easy level.
I’m terrible.