Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
WOOHOO! Feels good to be carrying legally. *ahem*Oh, in the gun photo from my gunblogger party this weekend, the book under the big revolver is a copy of Zombie Haiku I got for you for your birthday, and I swear I'll mail it to you before your next birthday. My favorites are the haiku which says zombies can't use doorknobs and the other one that says in a contest between zombie teeth and the teeth of the living, the living teeth will win. Only they said it, ya know, poetic-like. Heh.
Tam, at the next Blogmeet, do you think the Brewpub would let us park all of our iron on a big table and take a picture of it? The way Phlegmmy did?
If not, Roseholme Cottage is just down the street... :)
She had to be ridden off-road?
kbarrett - well, that might be more to do with my unsafe at any speed status than my CHL status.
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