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Sorry, trade secrets. Unless you're part of the horde, that is.So, are there senses that continue to work necromantically, or is there some necromatic sense of the direction of food, threat, intruder, etc?Here's a poll about zombies. I must admit, I never really thought this through.I did. Oh, cousin Aberzombie, how quickly you forget me. :-(
Here's a poll about zombies. I must admit, I never really thought this through.
Hot damn! We haz us a ginyouwine prize winner in the family!
I wish Ma would bake me a pie.
That name's already taken. He should give the little guy a prestigious middle name, though. Like, "Mairkurion."
Teter didn't run fast enough!
Mammy's left brain PIE sitting out so long for AZ, I think it done got cold.
That means I'm gonna be uh... uh... Anybody seen m' jar of brainshine?
Hey! Did someone say pickled brains! What about green fried brains? Green brains and ham? Chicken-fried brains? Fresh baked brain pie? Brain and beans? Woo-wee! I's starvin!
Betty Ford?We've got some regular Lois Lanes around here. Soon one of you will want to marry Aberzombie and concoct a nutty scheme to get him to marry you.Shsh! That ain't Miss Lane. That's somebody else...don't say her name! I'm tellin' ya, don't talk so loud! I can't even afford to hang ma hammock in the open these days, what with wimminfolk thinking that Saddie Hawkins' Day is evr day of the year now!
We've got some regular Lois Lanes around here. Soon one of you will want to marry Aberzombie and concoct a nutty scheme to get him to marry you. Shsh! That ain't Miss Lane. That's somebody else...don't say her name!
*Runs and hides from Daisy Mae and her Sadie Hawkins Feminazis.*
Soo-eee! Here, pig pig pig pig pig pig!
Whoa! I thought it wuz Daisy Mae there for a sec...
I hope your womun keeps the racket down while we nap. Mammy kin raise quite a ruckus cleanin' the kitchin, and then I hafta go sleep out in the woods.
After eatin, I hope you got a porch we kin nap on. A nice mess a brains and beans makes me tired sumthin fierce!
I'll tell you what Lil Abnerzombie. Why don't you come by the house on Saturday. I'll have the missus fix you up some good food. M-mm. I shore do love good eatin'.
No, it is not moonshine. Nor is it a highly corrosive acid that will dissolve your very flesh and bones into a protoplasmic soup. I don't know...cuz there's definitely somethin eatin at posters roundherebouts, anda maybe itsa comin from this here barrel a yorn.
That ain't moonshine, izit? My pappy tol' me to stay away from moonshine. First ya git all lickered up, then the next thing ya know, some wily female iza wallkin ya down the aisle!
Sh! Daisy Mae iza lookin fer me, and she's lookin to git hitched!
Tries to stack smnrfs and hide from Daisy Mae behind them. |
