Zombie Survival Guide: Jimmy Choos as a Weapon?

Take it from a girl who knows. This whole zombie like thing is putting a real damper on my social life, not to mention my wardrobe! Ya know, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to survive and if that means sacrificing your latest British flag style Lulu Guinness bag to save your sexy little hide then by all means girl, what are you waiting for? A girl has all kinds of things she can use as a weapon, your closet full of fashion accessories are an armory for the well heeled.

Just yesterday, I was heading out to meet my friend Mina at Pinkberry for a quick little sip and nip before heading over to my boyfriend's house. I was hot to trot, looking fine in my LBD and my brand new Jimmy Choo Kudos (have you SEEN those shoes? To. Die. For. I swear!)

No sooner had I opened my car door (the one GOOD thing about this zombie thing is that parking on Rodeo Dr. is a dream these days) ok - where was I...oh yeah! No sooner had I stepped out of my car then I saw them. Or rather - smelled and heard them. You know that smell of burning tires when some punk ass kid thinks he's OH SO COOL and skids off the stoplight mark? Well, try that mixed with the fetid smell of the breath of the bums on Vine and you might come close to imagining the putrid odor that comes from these things.

I looked up and they were right in front of the store, blocking the door to Pinkberry and standing between me, my frozen yogurt AND my girlie time. Not to mention Mina was waving frantically in the window begging me to come save her. So, I closed my car door and tried to gather my thoughts. I looked down at my gorgeous lacey, spike heeled, luscious bits of foot joy thinking that they might make the perfect projectile weapon, and knew what I had to do.

After taking my lip gloss out of my bag and gliding it across my perfect pout and carelessly tossing it in the back seat, I watched the zombies bang on the door of the shop. My eyes glanced over towards the window to see the horror in Mina's expression as she flailed her arms like some psychotic rag doll on crack. I took a deep breath and then I took one last longing look at my perfect shoes... and I hit the gas.

I never really liked Mina that much anyways.

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