suckonthiscandyass:
didyousaychocolatehelicopter:
suckonthiscandyass:
No. No I do not want to tell Ellis. Make Rochelle do it.
We don’t wanna kill ‘em. You know Rochelle’ll probably shove him off a cliff or get ‘em with that ax of hers.
Then what’ll we tell that boy Keith? I’m sure he’d be missin’ ‘em.
What makes you think I won’t kill Ellis?
Like a lotta people say, but I can’t spell, “Too-shay.”
Does that mean you’ll do it?
Find me that chocolate helicopter you were talking about and I will.
Ah, what the hell. I’ll tell ‘em. But if that kid kisses me, I’m tellin’ him you think he’s a great zombie killer. There ain’t no way that boy’ll leave you alone after that. Heh heh heh.
(via studyhardreadfast)
suckonthiscandyass:
No. No I do not want to tell Ellis. Make Rochelle do it.
We don’t wanna kill ‘em. You know Rochelle’ll probably shove him off a cliff or get ‘em with that ax of hers.
Then what’ll we tell that boy Keith? I’m sure he’d be missin’ ‘em.
What makes you think I won’t kill Ellis?
Like a lotta people say, but I can’t spell, “Too-shay.”
(Source: didyousaychocolatehelicopter, via studyhardreadfast)
suckonthiscandyass:
didyousaychocolatehelicopter:
suckonthiscandyass:
Sorry to disappoint ya Coach, but the world has gone to hell way before this whole mess happened.
I’d rather avoid nasty weather too. It took forever for my suit to dry after that last bout of storms.
Texas it is boys.
Nick, you wanna tell Ellis the news. That boy’ll be so happy he might kiss ya’. God knows I don’t want that boys nasty lips on me. You saw him get that fat guy puke all over him the other day.
I swear that boy’s a magnet for them zombies with powers.
No. No I do not want to tell Ellis. Make Rochelle do it.
We don’t wanna kill ‘em. You know Rochelle’ll probably shove him off a cliff or get ‘em with that ax of hers.
Then what’ll we tell that boy Keith? I’m sure he’d be missin’ ‘em.
(via studyhardreadfast)
suckonthiscandyass:
Sorry to disappoint ya Coach, but the world has gone to hell way before this whole mess happened.
I’d rather avoid nasty weather too. It took forever for my suit to dry after that last bout of storms.
Texas it is boys.
Nick, you wanna tell Ellis the news. That boy’ll be so happy he might kiss ya’. God knows I don’t want that boys nasty lips on me. You saw him get that fat guy puke all over him the other day.
I swear that boy’s a magnet for them zombies with powers.
(Source: didyousaychocolatehelicopter, via studyhardreadfast)
iamthebuddykeith:
suckonthiscandyass:
I’m surrounded by hicks. Everyone’s packin’ heat in Texas. Can’t be in any worse shape than New Orleans.
Everything’s bigger in Texas, they say… That includes zombies, too, by the way. Just thought ya’ll should know.
Nick, that smart ass mouth o’ yours is gonna get you in a whole helluva lot o’ trouble one o’ these days. You’re lucky them ugly asses don’t understand you.
Well I sure as hell am NOT going down to Mexeeco. Imagine what them boarder patrol guys look like as zombies. Texas seems like our best bet. Unless ya’ll wanna meet up in Oklahoma. Weathers pretty nasty down there this time o’ year though.
Jesus H. Christ. I’m a good christian, but this damn world is makin’ me sin.
Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain.
Thou shalt not kill.
Thou shalt not steal.
This whole world is goin’ to hell.
(Source: didyousaychocolatehelicopter, via iamthebuddykeith-deactivated201)
iamthebuddykeith:
didyousaychocolatehelicopter:
Ya said you’re in Arizona? Well how ‘bout we meet right in the middle. Texas sound good?
How is it fightin’ them bastards out in the desert? All there is ‘round here is swamps and zombies. I don’t know what I hate most right now. Skeeters or zombies.
Yeah, I miss home, but never missed them skeeters. Ya’ll don’t have much ta worry ‘bout out here, just rattle snakes, but they leave well enough alone. And are pretty tasty when ya can catch one and cook it.
Texas sounds good ta me, though! What’s yer buddy Nick say ‘bout that?
I think we all miss home right about now, kid. Rattler’s? Never had one. I could go for some catfish right about now, though. Thanks, boy. Remindin’ me there’s no way I can have it. Ah, well, it’s not your fault.
Nick, whatchu think about Texas?
(via iamthebuddykeith-deactivated201)
Creepy ass things if you ask me. Sad too. All these stories of families lookin’ for their family or their friends and shit. Then there’s the occasional asshole, writing dumb shit like wantin’ ta take a zombie out on a date. Yeah, I’d like to see you kiss one o’ them ugly asses.
Saw a message last week sayin’ there was a boat over in Mississippi taken folks down to Florida. Wonderin’ if we can get ‘em to take us to Texas. Cut our trip in half, maybe set up a safe zone for that boy Keith an’ his friends.
iamthebuddykeith:
Ain’t nuthin’ there either, man… I’m startin’ ta believe the government abandoned our asses.
Wut? I only got stabbed once! Them stories are fake half the time, though. Ya’ll don’t listen ta him. I’ll tell ya’ll some good and true stories ‘bout him soon as we find ya’ll.
Ya’ll got a destination in mind? Maybe me and my crew can meet up with ya’ll. Safety in numbers.
Ya said you’re in Arizona? Well how ‘bout we meet right in the middle. Texas sound good?
How is it fightin’ them bastards out in the desert? All there is ‘round here is swamps and zombies. I don’t know what I hate most right now. Skeeters or zombies.
(Source: didyousaychocolatehelicopter, via iamthebuddykeith-deactivated201)
