Asgard is a real place you know.
ZZggubhbrz uhrl plahzzuh nuhhgg.
Biographical Musings from the Zombie Jar
Asgard is a real place you know.
ZZggubhbrz uhrl plahzzuh nuhhgg.
Is he or isn’t he? If his hairdresser knew for sure, he probably ate his hairdresser so that’s one test we can’t use.
I say he’s not. If he was a zombie, he would have no need to avoid the water. The undead can’t drown and they are not temperature sensitive. So his hairdresser is probably safe along with the bartender and his buddies at the party.
I have a collection of cell phones.
Ahhhhhhhvvv gahlkssuhn zeehll vuumnnn.
We can start with a simple observation: No one meditates better than a zombie. While occasional flashes of tasty brain matter may intrude into the zombie consciousness, for the most part a zombie lives entirely in the present.
Disclaimer: This post in no way advocates zombiehood as a shortcut to Enlightenment.
I often get lost on my way to the mall.
Ahhh ahhenn gae elllzzz ahn ahh eejhhhght mmmmubhl.
“U.S. Battling Giant Shrimp Invasion” the Yahoo title says. The link leads to “Cannibal shrimp: The invasion has begun.” One problem with preparing for the Zombie Apocalypse: If we are too preoccupied with the zombie hordes, those giant shrimp might slip right past us.
Giant shrimp in the neighborhood? Don’t trust them to eat each other. We have to eat them first. I recommend giant sushi logs, the ultimate Godzilla rolls. Our weapons of choice? Flame throwers and wasabi mustard.
The best enemy is an edible enemy, your zombie opponent would say, and in this case Mr. Zombie might be right.
Lord Voldemort was a pussy!
LAaahhh Ahhrmmmm aa a Haa guuHHHweeee!
Some zombies are easy to recognize, of course. By the time they reach the drooling stage with flecks of flesh and blood spattered across their hoodie — well, I hope you don’t need me to warn you to stay out of the way of Oozy Hoodie Zombie.
But before the final transition, a zombie may look nearly human. How do you recognize these protozombies? There ARE clues. Notice what Metta World Peace is wearing on what appears to be public television. Zombies begin getting loose on details as they transition. Want a new name? I know! I’ll call myself Metta World Peace. That’s just so much cooler than Ron Artest.
Protozombies are also clumsy. Wham! That elbow just goes flying. Being loose on details, Metta then tries to explain that he knocked that poor fellow to the floor by accident. Beware of Metta World Peace. I’d watch out for anyone who believes his story, too.