If zombies ever begin to walk the earth and I must fulfill the long-awaited fantasy of becoming an a** kicking zombie unaliver, I want to get a horse and name it Cola.
It will be big, brown, and preferably very assertive.
When someone inevitably asks after the name, as one does with large, assertive animal, in a zombie apocalypse, I will give it.
"His name is Cola."
"Oh, like Coka Cola, that's cool-"
"Cola is Portuguese for glue."
"W-.. What?"

















