I picture myself during the coming zombpocalypse, getting up going to work, but before I can make it to my car becoming lunch for the zombie paperboy just waiting to consume my delicious entrails.
It could happen.
Incidentally I know I’ve promised a post on Conduit for the blog. It’ll have to wait one more day at least. This week has kicked my butt. Really looking forward to the weekend.
“Really looking forward to the weekend.”
Ditto. My daughter had wrapped up everything this week – Soccer, Piano recital, school work, etc. Busy busy time. Almost … almost mind you … has me wishing for a zombified paper boy to end it all.
Don’t forget the zombie girlscouts going door to door with their bloody cookies. The scary thing about them is they travel in troupes… That and in the form of a child who is going to want to beat in their heads with a bat. People are so sentimental about the zombie children until the little buggers latch onto them ripping them to shreds
I would be sure to burn any paper that wasn’t already in a box if zombies were afoot. Never know if you would get infected just by touching the thing.
Yes! The Paperboy. When Touchstone pictures takes a page from Disney’s play book and just won’t let their former success die this undead sequel is born.
Robby Bucher is the lowly Paper boy for a college newletter team, until the coach discovers his amazing talent for tackling projects much bigger than him. He signs the Paper Boy as the new star reporter.
Quotes: “Magazines…” “Daily Pape’!”
What’s next from Disney?
Zombie Newsies; the Undead Musical.
I would pay them soooooo much money to see a version of Newsies mixed with a little zombie apocalypse.
Dancing, Singing,….. Cannibalism. What more could you ask for?