Zombie Apocalypse

The zombie apocalypse is upon us. All over the country there are wandering hordes of not-yet-dead zombies craving, not human flesh, but toilet paper, and more groceries than they could possibly eat before climate change kills us all properly, as is fit.

This new strain of mindless zombie goes almost unnoticed until they get near a supermarket or grocery store.

That is the danger, they walk unseen among us. Then they strike.

All I wanted was a dozen eggs, a loaf of fresh bread, and some cheese. Please explain to me how COVID19 has affected the egg laying capabilities of chickens, and why anyone would want to hoard eggs.

At least I got my bread and cheese.

Author: Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.

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