Who remembers my previous rant about the sexual frustrations I was experiencing in regards to Daryl and Carol (up a tree…K-I-S-S-I-N-G) not getting it on when both of them clearly want, neeeed to?

Well, you may also remember that I compared the people living in a post-apocalyptic world to the Barbarians who sacked Rome; fighting and fucking on a scale that could only be matched by the average Saturday night at the Trafalgar Inn in Aldershot during the days when it was home to The Parachute Regiment (Airborne!).

Well, last night’s episode of The Walking Dead confirmed – in a sense – my theory. I don’t want to give too much away here for those who have not yet seen it, but Rick and Michonne do nothing but fight and fuck. If they aren’t battling the dead and getting covered in blood and pus, then they are tearing at each other’s clothes.

I even had to hit pause at one point because I just couldn’t deal with the amount of filth and violence I was experiencing. I felt corrupted! 😉


Be Sociable, Share!

Written by

No Comments Yet.

Leave a Reply