Shrug your shoulders, don't approve a single word that we wrote

Fuck you McDonalds. Fuck you and fuck your disease ridden whore wife and fuck fucking fuck you fucking me over - fucking the store over. How the fuck did you think we were going to cope today? You gave three well trained midshifters the day off, left us with a new start instead and want us to work well and manage to keep the store going? And then you send two of the closers up to another store, so the close people are ALSO fucked over? Everyone had to work the jobs of 3 people because YOU WANTED TO KEEP LABOUR DOWN?

Fuck you. FUCK you.

Yuo're like that slut of an ex-girlfriend you keep coming back to even when she treats you bad because you think that maybe just maybe she'll learn to keep her legs closed this time but she doesn't and she FUCKS you over again and nothing changes. This is not a healthy relationship >(

I am so Zombie!ficcing tonight. Fuck you!

Cause I swear I'd burn this city down to show you the light

Just saw my brother perform on drums for the first time ever. I may have almost cried. He is, and yeah I may be slightly biased, but he's a fucking tight-as-nails drummer. He's confident and even the guys who ran the course he took (who've played with Taste, Bob Dylan, Rory Gallagher) said that he could be a professional some day.

FUCKING AWESOME LITTLE BROTHER FOR THE WIN!

\o/


P.S crazychickencow I have sorted a few more things out in zombie!bandom!fic but I want to throw them at you to see how they sound aloud. Is that cool? ♥