*leaves for about thirty minutes after ball is rolling and returns to look around*
What the, what are those really tall buildings for? Oh, skyscrapers...
I'm pretty sure if anything is riding shotgun, it should have been HIS shotgun. Otherwise, I'm wondering how he found his wife again and why she didn't scream zombie. That would have sent him back straight away.
Day 53: Today my rockets went off without me. I landed nearly head first into the water and the bet pool amounted to $226, my lowest ever on the fifty footer.
Day 58: This may be the day I make it, the day I prove to the world that pengiuns can indeed fly...