Why is it that it's easier to absorb info from the internets instead of stuff that I need for class?
Maybe its that damned critter that's rustling around outside my window. I hope its not one of the undead. My domicile ain't zombie proof, and I only got an old wooden softball bat as my only weapon.
The one I have was given to me by my 87 year old godmother. The stuff on there reads "Hillerich & Bradsby Co., Louisville KY" and its got a "Red Arrow" logo on it.
Hey man, this is serious business. When Z-Day comes (and its coming I tell you) the only instruments I have now won't be enough. An old softball bat and a beat up GMC truck can only take you so far.
A cricket bat would be sweet, but a good ol' American bat with tape grip is enough to get me from where I'm at to the nearest gun store once the zombies decide to show up.