Buy your own damn fries!
Grandmother to Burl: Those red flowers are called poppies. They're so we can remember the soldiers who fought in the war.
Burl: Oh?
G: Your great grandfather fought in the war.
B: Is he dead?
G: Yes, he's dead now.
B: Maybe he a zombie.
Posted by Rye at 6:58 PM
Labels: november 11, zombies
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