It’s been 24 hours so I’d love to spoil the shit out of last night’s The Walking Dead finale, but that’s not what I’m here for. I’m just reminiscing about the second episode (how lame is a six-episode season?) where survivors swaddled themselves in zombie entrails to blend in. I guess that’s foul enough to make an Asian kid hurl (offscreen, sadly).
I still have no trouble eating my dinner during each putrid saga. Chinchulines, anyone?