After much hemming and hawing and absolutely refusing, I gave in. <---- Clearly this statement proves I'm the perfect example of how to properly and successfully withstand peer pressure.
I watched The Walking Dead.
Ok. Really only Melissa did.
Ok. No one really pressured me.
I just felt like an outsider. All alone. Standing outside the inner circle. It’s a sad and lonely place, y’all.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
Guess what? I stinkin’ love the show. Honestly, I’m shocked.
Daryl, the redneck, has totally grown on me. He’s da man. With the bow. And arrows. And the cool motorcycle. He gets stuff done.
Melissa described him perfectly as the Redneck Jack Bauer.
Jack Bauer kills terrorists. Daryl kills zombies. They could totally be BFFs. Although, Jack might get frustrated with how long it’s taking to fix the world. He generally gets stuff done within 24 hours.
Now, when I’m running, I just imagine I’m training for the zombie apocalypse.
I just hope they’re the slow moving zombies. ::snort::
Raise your hand if you watch the show. Keep your hand down if you think I’m crazy. ::snort::