Zombie Goes Deep Into The Truth Zone

[Wyatt_Junker]

As a lifelong Californian, I would like to apologize on behalf of this once great state to the rest of the country, asking for forgiveness.

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There were superheros.

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Aggravated lesbians.

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Then there is the old school, straight up smelly.

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And how come every time a hackeysack ring mysteriously forms, the recruits assemble themselves together right on cue as if there was some kind of genetic predisposition? One that, like mesmerizing a chicken with a stick, de-brainstemmed them in their tracks, locked up their limbs and forced them to immediately stare at whoever was dribbilng the hemp ball of maddening yet irresistible bouncy up and down-ness...

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Da Troof on Da Nine One One Angle Fo Sho.

[DesertFox]

Like, heavy, dude.

[Wyatt_Junker]

I couldn't go. A shame really. I would have loved to have met Wonder Woman.

But, all day Saturday I was as tired and indifferent as a centarian's bowels. I couldn't muster enough juice to flick the volume control on my remote. So I just let the speakers eat into my skull until blood leaked out.

Then, I made snow angels on the tile floor... except I used blood instead of snow.

I felt beaten, achey, as though my entire body was a Preparation H capsule inside King Kong's dirty monkey butt. And he clenched a lot, breaking me nearly in half. I was cashed out more than johnny. Smoked. More than Wisconsin cheese. Whipped. Beyond Kunta Kinte's wildest dreams.

Maybe next time I will go to Hate and AshtonKoocher Bury and buy some of them suh-wheat ass pamphlets on Che The Guava and a stylin Arafat scarf. You know they're the Malcom X hats of the 2007s.

Or maybe I'll go as another superhero. I'll draw green crayon all over my body and go as The Hulk. I don't think any of those drones would want to see me angry.

[DoctorDoom]

<s>Mexifagia</s> California has been a hothouse for breeding those fungi for decades if not generations. Not without cause has it been unfondly called the land of fruits and nuts.

[Lazarus]

Come to God's country, bre'er Wyatt...

Did I mention, there is an offroad crosscountry dirt track not one mile from the House of Lazarus? Weekends see all manner of dirtbikes and four-wheelers pilgrimaging to worship the dirt...

It's callin you, my bro... Can you hear it? Escape the People's Socialist Republic and find freedom in the Heart of Dixie...:biggrin:

[MarlinsFan]

any chance Mexico will take California back?

[DoctorDoom]

Only if we get rid of the limp-wrists.

[Wyatt_Junker]

Come to God's country, bre'er Wyatt...

Did I mention, there is an offroad crosscountry dirt track not one mile from the House of Lazarus? Weekends see all manner of dirtbikes and four-wheelers pilgrimaging to worship the dirt...

It's callin you, my bro... Can you hear it? Escape the People's Socialist Republic and find freedom in the Heart of Dixie...:biggrin:

uh huh

I be comin roun the mountin when she comes.

For seriously.

It be gonna happen.

[TeenageRepublican]

I couldn't go. A shame really. I would have loved to have met Wonder Woman.

But, all day Saturday I was as tired and indifferent as a centarian's bowels. I couldn't muster enough juice to flick the volume control on my remote. So I just let the speakers eat into my skull until blood leaked out.

Then, I made snow angels on the tile floor... except I used blood instead of snow.

I felt beaten, achey, as though my entire body was a Preparation H capsule inside King Kong's dirty monkey butt. And he clenched a lot, breaking me nearly in half. I was cashed out more than johnny. Smoked. More than Wisconsin cheese. Whipped. Beyond Kunta Kinte's wildest dreams.

Maybe next time I will go to Hate and AshtonKoocher Bury and buy some of them suh-wheat ass pamphlets on Che The Guava and a stylin Arafat scarf. You know they're the Malcom X hats of the 2007s.

Or maybe I'll go as another superhero. I'll draw green crayon all over my body and go as The Hulk. I don't think any of those drones would want to see me angry.

And I thought I was insane...