There has to be an analogy about zombies and cheese somewhere.
I know love really means I like your genes
so take them off
How does one get rotten cheese, exactly?
Isn't cheese technically just rotten milk?
I know love really means I like your genes
so take them off
When blue cheese goes bad...how do you know?
Fight it, Apple! Fight the mind control mammaries!
Awww all this cheese and zombie talk drowned out a pretty good review on Sereg's pretty amazing stories.
Whelp, only one solution, someone here needs to write a fanfic about cheese loving zombie ponies.
'Morning ponyfolk. So here I am at home waiting for the electrician to see if they can figure out why my A/C has been acting up.
As my Dad told my brother when we were cleaning out my Grandpa's home and stumbled across a nudie calendar: "Well, do you find old women attractive?"