I'm putting a 'For Lease' sign up on my forehead and moving into a saner brain.
For some reason (most likely
ihasacornetto), I just spent 10 minutes pondering the dating rituals of the average modern zombie.
Apparently both the beginning and the end of the date involve eating out.
*headdesk*
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*headdesk*