I don’t think I’ve been this excited for the apocalypse since I thought about it the first time. Oh man, smashing zombies in their fucking faces and cutting them down— Dude we are going to make the best team.
We already know how to fight together, so we’re already tight there. And I know you’re solid to kill me if I get bitten.
Ahhhhh, fuck, sweet, I am so excited.
This reminds me of the time we left from that party and couldn’t find our way home and pretended it was the zombie apocalypse because we were piss drunk oh my god—
Wait, was that the party you told me not to remind you of? Uh. I don’t remember. Sorry dude.