Ahhh.

(Source: Retronaut)

Well, great. I no longer want bear hugs.

What could possibly be worse than a zombie apocalypse?

I like movies and books and taking long strides down the beach.

That's okay. I'll just keep holding my breath.

Gee, your advertisement smells creepy.

What could possibly be worse than a clown apocalypse?

Don't ask me why I love Dave Grohl. You know the answer. You know it.

Lucrative business ventures for hard times.

What could possibly be worse than a vending machine apocalypse?

Rolex? Check. Fresh pasta? Check.