Last night was a dream-o-rama! The first, in which I got in a fight with a woman at Target over a pair of pants on sale. The bitch attacked, I was shocked, the po' stepped in and I got the jeans.
The other was a legitimate zombie apocalypse survival guide. My mother, brother and I piled up shotguns and water, tied the horses up out front to attract the nasty z-hizzle's attention, and settled in on the roof for a long wait.