Damn, I forgot about that. And the UGA grads usually have those damn sparkly flip flops no matter what they're wearing, right? (threadjack complete)
So we have 4 women here in our office who are asking to leave early so they can go get in line at the gas station next door to get gas (line is out the driveway and into the middle of Delk Road) because they don't think they will make it home on the gas they have in their cars. Too bad, so sad if you ask me.
CROCS!!! That's the other way you can differentiate the zombies. The ones who hide the bleached hair under UGA hats wear CROCS and are fair game under the Zombie Hunting Act of 2005.
No, no, no, the CROCS wearers are the tree hugging, non showering chicks from Emory. Get it straight.
I thought they were the ones with the Joes Crab Shack tie dye T shirts?? Damn it, it's so hard to keep the kill and severely maim but do NOT kill list straight when venturing downtown.
Nope just have to hope you weren't beer goggling the night before and get scared with what you "tagged".
This is one of those irritating situations...I wasn't going to be a lemming and just run out and panic-buy at the end of last week, so I actually waited until I needed gas. But, because all the morons are running around topping off and driving arond with most of the city's typical fuel reserve in their fucking tanks, I couldn't get any w/o waiting in line for 2 fucking hours. Instead, I went home and siphoned out what was left in the Suburban to make it through...1/4 tank on that think is 7/8 in the Kia Gawdamm I hate people.
Yeah, John, we don't need you going anywhere. You're helping our cause. You'd better sit down and say twenty Hail Mongo's...oh crap, that sounds like religion, too.