And this:
1. Deanna’s husband “Reg”, the architect and wussy political arm candy. No civil engineers survived? That fence...oy vay.
2. Deanna herself. Cocktail party? Transparency? That bitch was a total libbie. I hope her ending is particularly grisly.
3. Deanna & Reg’s horny, snotty kid. Yeah, Karma needs to find this little tool, too.
4. What’s with delusional Flubber? Who puts a fattie in charge of the chocolate?
Makes sense to hide the sweet treats by the guns when you have a Heffalump nearby to guard it, I guess. She asked Sasha for a boar’s leg...is she the same one that wants a pasta machine? This one can feed as many walkers as Buttons, the Prancing Pony.
5. Carol’s Fakery. I’m a chick & I totally love this woman.
Git-R-Done.
6. Rick & the “married to the drunk doctor chick”. WTF Rick?
Maybe drunk Dr. Quincy can do a DNA test for you, so you can stop protecting the alternative to turkey on Thanksgiving, or actually treat her like your own kid. And PS...when the Miss Clairol runs out, your Jessie chick will be as brunette and gray as everyone else. Just sayin...
Could go on and on....but dang...these people.
Isn’t the fence reinforced on the wrong side? I would think those bars would be on the inside.
Jesse=Lori with blonde hair
Rick going Shane-please don’t go full Shane! Get your head out of your ass and go for Michonne!