Anybody who follows me as @jterzieff on twitter (and really? If you’re not, what are you waiting for?) or reads this blog on any sort of the regular basis knows that I was overrun by the shambling hordes after I publicly admitted to having a zombie crew pre-arranged to ensure survival during a zombiepocalypse.
To keep the rotting corpses from pulling me under – and because the strategy sessions were off the hook – I decided, with a few trusty co-captains, to make Zombie Survival Crew official.
Just in the last few days we have thrown open the doors to the ZSC Command Center to begin worldwide recruitment.
But amidst all the plotting, planning, weapons practice and survival supply procurement, I discovered there is a price to pay for being ready to survive a global cataclysmic event.
We’re talking walking into walls, spill coffee down your shirt, call people by the wrong names, fall asleep standing up in the shower…. sleep deprivation.
It got so bad, in fact, that I stumbled bleary-eyed into the most embarrassing situation ever when I attempted to go Christmas present shopping and stopped off at a Starbucks. When I tried to tell my trusty co-captains of my predicament in a hastily crafted email, well, it just went from bad to worse.
I present – the evidence…..
Here guys, have a laugh on my account….. Doing so many things at sane time I went into public bathroom Ay Starbucks and forgot to lick the door… The kicker? It was the mens room
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Yep, I wrote it …. Nope, I’m not exaggerating …. Yep, that, right there, sums up my Christmas season quite nicely.