My husband and I were playfully bickering earlier in which he said
that when the zombie apocalypse occurs, he's gonna come after me if he's
a zombie.
I looked him straight in the eye, and with a devilish grin I sweetly replied, "Baby, you don't have to be a zombie to eat me."
And we both died laughing.
Ah, how I love this man of mine.
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