Brilliant! oh and funny to.

an empty bottle of beer

A scenic picture on the wall?

A picture of a couple of cheerleaders.

There's no such thing!  If the bottle is empty it has nor beer in it... or if it has beer in it, then it is not empty.

What you have is an empty beer bottle, perhaps?

Oh look, now I have an empty cup of coffee.

Uh hum, wouldn't that be,   Oh look, now I have a coffee cup that's empty?  

  You wouldn't be kidding us now would ye?

I got a full coffee cup. Or is that a coffee cup that's full? Confusing yes?

Who, Me???  

Actually, that would be a coffee mug, wouldn't it??  .... though in my case it would be 'bucket', so large is my more than twice the standard size coffee mug.

Right now I have a rolled up bunch of junk mail to my left, neatly kept in place with a rubber band. 'Tis quite heavy, so I s'pose I could try scaring off the zombies with all that blatant advertising.

my kitten, slowly recovering from her second stroke.....

mind you...the way she fights when I have to give her 4 pills a day and a needle...... my money's on her against any zombie...

A really big fat dude about 6'2" and a gazillion pounds. If anything he could sit on them.

  That's so sad. I hope she heals to 100%.

And everything in it's place and a place for everything. In this vein, my desktop doesn't change. 

Well wishes for your kitten. I'll add him/her in my prayers.

That's usually the case for me, but having just moved I'm not quite that organised yet... so:

I have a biro to my left.... and I could write the zombie a one-way ticket to the Bahamas.  That way it leaves me alone.

A fresh pizza with sausage and pepperoni and it ain't gettin' none. I'll smash him with the empty box first.

You might wanna put something hard and heavy in that box before you clobber him with it.... l

You could send out for some of the quick-dry cement.

thanks for the kitten wishes guys.....

she lives on a chair to left of my puter chair....so...she's still there....and a little better today.... so, watch out zombies......

Yeah...feisty kittens can rip you to itty bitties.

That would be different to a pussy.... which would curl up on a zombie's lap and watch TV with it.

Hmmm, maybe I should get me a little pussy after all.

Naughty naughty. which is better. A little bald pussy cat or a big hairy one? oops...wrong game.

As I recall, there is a breed of cat that's almost furless... don't know the name offhand, but those sassy Persians must've jumped the queue when the fur wos getting handed out.

That's like saying when God wuz handin' out brains some thought he said trains and took the first one out of town.

I know a 'sh!thead' who got in the wrong queue when the brains were being handed out.... he ended up with a second bowel instead.

Can well imagine, then, that he'd be off the menu when the zombies are feasting on brains.

There's nothing worse than a sh!t sandwich... cos no matter how thick you slice the bread....

There's some crust, wot? 

Lotsa love to your kitteh, Syd. 

"I never saw a wild thing 
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

- e.e. cummings

Or we could introduce them to a Cheech and Chong special. A two foot doobie with more shit than herb in it. They can smoke and choke and forget all us real people.