MMMMMmM!!! I love pizza. it's quite possibly the world's most perfect food. Unless you're a veggie or vegan. But then I don't understand that either.
I tried the whole vegetarian thing for about a month in 8th grade. I had been in Europe with my folks and we went to see a giant, creepy old castle/mansion thing. Inside every room, covering every wall were heads, skins, full figures, you name it. . . dead animals everywhere you looked. Made me want to puke every morsel of meat I had eat, smelled, or seen. Then I got over it. Obviously.
It's freaking 9:15pm and I'm finally sitting down to eat. I missed breakfast because I was running crazy late. Then, my day in class was insane because it's the last week with these kids for the semester and I'm trying to finish this thing about Hamilton and Jefferson and the debate about which type of government is best. I had them partially convinced that I was really raising the two guys from the dead and that they were going to be here in full zombie splendor!!!
They all figured me out and knew there would be no zombies. But I had a great time telling the story of how, after breaking through the earth for the first time in 200 years, I took them to my house until the next day. Being zombies they naturally got hungry and started to chase me (not quickly, of course). I'm so slick that I was able to evade their zombie hands and lead them out to the street where they are now roaming (until Tuesday night when the magic will run out and they'll drop dead to the floor), searching for some flesh to eat and following my scent towards the school.
Ahhhh. Good times. The best part about it all is that I think some of them weren't sure if I was joking or not. Can you imagine being in 8th grade and a zombie of Lincoln dragged it's moldy ass through the door? As long as I was part of the planning crew, that would be funny as hell.
Have a wonderful day/afternoon/night wherever you are and remember - Zombies that run are whack!
I tried the whole vegetarian thing for about a month in 8th grade. I had been in Europe with my folks and we went to see a giant, creepy old castle/mansion thing. Inside every room, covering every wall were heads, skins, full figures, you name it. . . dead animals everywhere you looked. Made me want to puke every morsel of meat I had eat, smelled, or seen. Then I got over it. Obviously.
It's freaking 9:15pm and I'm finally sitting down to eat. I missed breakfast because I was running crazy late. Then, my day in class was insane because it's the last week with these kids for the semester and I'm trying to finish this thing about Hamilton and Jefferson and the debate about which type of government is best. I had them partially convinced that I was really raising the two guys from the dead and that they were going to be here in full zombie splendor!!!
They all figured me out and knew there would be no zombies. But I had a great time telling the story of how, after breaking through the earth for the first time in 200 years, I took them to my house until the next day. Being zombies they naturally got hungry and started to chase me (not quickly, of course). I'm so slick that I was able to evade their zombie hands and lead them out to the street where they are now roaming (until Tuesday night when the magic will run out and they'll drop dead to the floor), searching for some flesh to eat and following my scent towards the school.
Ahhhh. Good times. The best part about it all is that I think some of them weren't sure if I was joking or not. Can you imagine being in 8th grade and a zombie of Lincoln dragged it's moldy ass through the door? As long as I was part of the planning crew, that would be funny as hell.
Have a wonderful day/afternoon/night wherever you are and remember - Zombies that run are whack!
I'm sure you could scrape together a cast of zombies for um... educational purposes.
Hmmmm, It would be kinda fun scaring the shit out of a few of them. Wait, do you check for guns at your school?