The zombie pub crawl this year was badass. A horde of drunk kids in makeup took over a chunk of Minneapolis for a night, calling for brains and generally being an organized nuisance. I threw down with a zombie slayer, drank out of a colorful fishbowl, scared some little kids, help rip apart a pinata of George Bush, and puked blood in the street. Thanks to Sean, Drew, and Undead Nation.
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