If Shane went to talk to The Governor instead of Rick
- Shane: *aims shotgun* enough of your bullcrap, man
- The Governor: *lowers weapon* i'm lowering my weapon, lower yours so we can talk about this
- Shane: nah *pulls trigger*
- CREDITS ROLL
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A Pathetic Fangirl's Blog: The Science Behind Why You Love Norman Reedus 
1. There’s a reason you love his shoulders.
For men, according to evolutionary theory, the android body shape with greater musculature on the upper body and a narrow pelvis with little waist is associated with higher testosterone and good health. This is the classic “V-shaped”…
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Wait they’re—they’re all true? Are you finally conceding that the donut story happened?
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Instead of calling someone loose as a goose,
I’m gonna call ‘em a panty wearing weasel thanks to beer drinking biker bar going grandma on Jerry Springer
2/12 The Curious Case of 21 Year old Female
Take a look at me. What do you see? Above average to average good looks and a passing thought that maybe I could read- really knock back some books. You don’t see me. Of how I’m bursting at the seams, sewing my cracks with threads of escapism. Of how I’m screaming at the tops of my lungs, but nobody sees beyond my tounge. Of how my tone catches in certain points and I distance myself to the point you may think I’ll faint. No I’m not ill, not in the typical sense where you might require a will. No, I’m not lovesick, I’ve never had that click. I’m atrophying at the prime of life. Young, vivacious, intellectual. All slowly slipping away and there’ll be nobody to blame or make pay. I’ll wake up and take a look at me. I wont even reconizge the 21 year old I see.
2/12 The Wallet
I handed you back the wallet,
Filled with cash,bank cards and a house color palette.
Along with the invisible strings tied to it,
I’m so done with doing your job, I’ve finally quit.
You wont last long in your adult shoes,
Running back to hide your metaphorical booze.
Except it’s not whiskey or wine you cling to,
Give you a pillow, a sitcom, some chocolate and anything else you devour into.
Then your drop your act,
That dear mother… I know for a fact.
This little girl will run around spinning,
As she tries to stop sinking.
Underneath the pressure of carrying your wallet,
Filled with realism,cynicism and all other untasty feelings to the palette.
2/12 A Flower’s Goodbye
I wish I was more like you
With the way you flip emotions on and off like a light switch,
Of how you can get away with being such a witch.
With the way you have no consideration for others,
And when you go to sleep such rudeness never hovers.
With the way you never fail to throw someone under the bus,
God you love to make such mess.
With the way you are never held accountable,
Karma seems to have forgotten her tally sheet since she finds you so loveable.
With the way you convince everyone of your charade,
I swear sometimes your followers contemplate throwing a parade.
I wish I was more like you little brother,
But unfortunately I’m just the riddled sister.
Who sees through it all,
Waiting for all of it to fall.
Darwin promised the most evolutionary will inherit the earth,
But if you’re it darling, it’ll be one helluva of hearth.
I take it back,
I dont want to have the same lack,
Of character,virtues and care.
I want you to have some of mine,
But I know it’s useless to pine.
You’ll never be me or close,
Even if we share the same rose.
Grown from the same bush,
Both in lush,
Yet one ways always in a rush.
To get his own way,
Come hell or high water,
So everyone had to pitter patter.
Give me high water,
Tides higher than you’ve ever thought possible,
Because this sibling is looking yonder
To a land where everything is plausible.
Goodbye the flower waved,
As it floated away with the wind to be saved.
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