Today marks Lord's 24th birthday and his first anniversary of living in the South. When he first arrived he put ketchup on BBQ, knew only the basics of college football, and talked a lot about zombies. Two out of the three of those things have changed. Good job Lord. Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday Lord. Remember, always look twice before crossing the road and don't fuck with iceland.
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Unfortunately zombie talk is pretty steeped in my system by now and the withdraw of giving it up would probably leave me in a coma for several years only to wake up alone and naked and discover a world overrun by zombies (kind of like 28 Days Later). The irony of the whole situation would likely be so great that the universe would just decide to cease existing.