As the title goes it’s been a hell of a day. I’ve been at a Funeral all day today… super. Talked to complete strangers and desperately tried not to make an ass out of myself… more super. I saw my ex-wife… even more…super!
But do you know what really filled me with a white hot rage that only the blood of the innocent could satisfy?
I went to Barnes and Nobles for one hour to buy a gift and they now have a new genre…
Teen Paranormal Romance!!!
Cthulhu damn it! There are enough books out there about teenage girls wanting vampire and werewolf boyfriends that they have a whole bloody section. I immediately called my wife and blamed her.
Stop buying those books, woman!!! You’re killing your husband!
And for the record if I die I’m not coming back as a sissy handsome glittery vampire, oh no! I’m coming back as a shambling stinking zombie with poor oral hygiene and a raging case of the munchies. And you’ll never be rid of me. It’s your call.
Put the books down and walk away.
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On the plus side seeing that did give me a bunch of ideas for comics on the subject.
Can’t you just wait until you have a teenage daughter buying them?
Good to hear you survived the funeral and family. Ex-wife showing is a tad weird, or is she close to the family for other reasons?
That’s a horrible thought! My daughter just turned six. I have “Maybe” six years and then Edward Cullen is going to be all dreamy again. Nooooooooo!
The pain, the pain.
A thousand curse on the creator of the Twilight series for causing this catastrophe.
I know! How dare Stephanie Myer be… more successful than I am…. Damnit! Now I’m sad.
Crap, I’ve got 2 girls…. I will have to introduce them to Daddy’s comic and book collection. So maybe I’ll have to explain eviceration and how to survive a zombie hoard earlier than I thought… Then again we took them to a traditional Slovak Christmas party yesterday to see St. Nick and the devil showed up… seriously, red mask, black cloak, witches broom, he came to take the ‘bad kids’ to hell and you had to stomp your feet to scare him away. My girls were troopers, some other little kid dove under the nearest table and started screaming, amateur you stay quiet so the devil or the zombies can’t find you… unless they can sense your life presence or smell you or hear your heart beat… hmm I’ll have to add becoming a yoga master to control breathing and heart rate before the zompocalyse…