Oops. Sorry about that. The SKEIN of YARN at the SALVATION ARMY THRIFT STORE told me that I was to be the new Sun Tzu, and, hey, how can you expound on the art of war if you don't have a zombie army to do your bidding? And how do you get zombies if you don't SCREAM REAL LOUD near a complex of apartments? I scream, you scream, we all scream for zombies! And everybody knows the best time to scream for zombies is 1:22 a.m. Central Daylight Time. It's in the Book of Mormon, in bright blue print. So, you see, I couldn't help it. Also, poodles.
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