Thursday, 25 March 2010
9 PM Eastern/Pacific
Worst possible way to wake up. :eek:
“You can’t just give yourself your own nickname.”
“Who died and made you queen?” 
Dorfmann and Neidermeir!
bwhahahahahahahaha!
“Bobby?”
LMsBO!!! :D:D:D
“What about the lightning storms? They look like omens.”
“Except in February, in North Dakota, during storm season.”
“Remember the guy you said was dead and couldn’t possibly have committed murder? There he is.”
“And…?”
It’s like Bizarro-World! :eek:
“Who’s that?”
“Karen, my wife.”
“Your new wife?”
“My dead wife.” :eek:
“That’s impossible.”
Um, hasn’t everyone at that table been dead at least once already? Who are they to judge?
“Awesome. Another Horseman. Must be Thursday.” :D:D:D
“You hunt things. I’m a thing. I get it.”
That’s a very progressive attitude for a zombie. 
Yeah, I wouldn’t get that close. :eek:
Whoa! Messy headshot! :eek:
“I’m so hungry, Mommy.”
That’s always how it starts. :eek:
Aw, poor Bobby. 
You know, calling Castiel the Friendly Angel would have really come in handy by this point.
Blood spray on the screen! Nice touch.
No one’s going to stand that close to a pile of burning bodies. :eek: