Ich Bin Ein Zombie

I'm writing this blog from my friend's house, where we're having another sleepover. As you may have already guessed, this means that a CERTAIN person is being very flatulent. As you may remember from previous blogs, this means that the entire house has been turned into a gas chamber. That's why I've brought my gas mask.

Somehow he's immune to them. I don't know how. They smell like... like...

You know, I won't even TRY to describe them.

Right now we're all taking turns playing Nazi Zombies, but there's something that's much more important than that.

I finally won a game.

AND it was free-for-all. I don't know HOW I did it. Sometimes I'm so awesome, it scares even me.

Bye!