The whole Zombie thing has been fun. I mean, the movie was the best, I loved it, and I can watch Woody Harrelson clock a slackjawed yokelzombie with a banjo a billion times.

When Hornady came out with the green bullets, that was pushing it.

But now it’s jumped the shark. It’s sold the motorcyle, and given the leather suit to goodwill. It has grown fat and lazy, and is living in a trailer in Boca where its day starts with Jack Daniels and ends with a sixpack

Witness.