This is an ongoing series of recollections of words that come out of the mouth of our dear friend Jeff (aka pop-o-matic):
This is the early stages of Jeff and Seth's move to the wilderness:
"We're going to need a fence....to keep the zombies out."
"I'll need the precious deer arms to hold my rifle."
3 comments:
Oh jeez! I forgot all about my comment about the precious deer arms.
What's better is that you're going to catch those deer with the fence that will keep the zombies out.
That's right! The fence traps the deer in and keeps the zombies out.
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