tell you what, I have a huge box of apples, you come and smash em and can em for me and I'll let you hold my baby first when he's born...OK, maybe second. On second thought, cans of food won't do much when we have to RUN from the zombies. And I'm fat (just ask my husband who called me "torpedo belly" this morning) so I can't outrun them anyways. If you can't beat em join em? sigh. Hey, maybe they like applesauce and I can distract them while I waddle away.
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Maybe I should have put you in charge of food instead of Big Guns.
Zombies. Why'd it have to be zombies?
tell you what, I have a huge box of apples, you come and smash em and can em for me and I'll let you hold my baby first when he's born...OK, maybe second. On second thought, cans of food won't do much when we have to RUN from the zombies. And I'm fat (just ask my husband who called me "torpedo belly" this morning) so I can't outrun them anyways. If you can't beat em join em? sigh. Hey, maybe they like applesauce and I can distract them while I waddle away.
Have you ever tried to chuck a quart of homemade tomatoes in their own juice? That's a serious weapon right there.
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