In honor of our wayward Master Zombie, I offer the following adaptation of a song to sing 'round the campfire -
She'll be sucking out the marrow from his bones, (from his bones).
She'll be sucking out the marrow from his bones, (from his bones).
She'll be sucking out the marrow, she'll be sucking out the marrow,
She'll be sucking out the marrow from his bones, (from his bones).
She'll be scoopin' out a brainpain as she moans, (as she moans).
She'll be scoopin' out a brainpain as she moans, (as she moans).
She'll be scoopin' out a brainpain, She'll be scoopin' out a brainpain,
She'll be scoopin' out a brainpain as she moans, (as she moans).
You better run if you all see her when she comes, (when she comes).
You better run if you all see her when she comes, (when she comes).
You better run if you all see her, if you don't you'll only feed her,
You better run if you all see her when she comes, (when she comes).
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I....found this entertaining for more lurid reasons than humorous ones.
Oh, give me a home where zombie's can roam
Where the Dumb and the Meatbags do play;
Where often is heard the shambling of a herd,
And the ground is all bloodstained all day.
Home! Home of the brains!
Oh where, oh where has my zombie horde gone?
Oh where, oh where can it be?
With ammo so rare, poorly the humans will fare,
Oh where, oh where can it be?
I come from Alabama a' chewin' on a knee--
I’m shambling to Lou’siana my hunger which to feed.
It rain’d all night the day I turned,
and glassy turned my eye;
My blood so cold I needed flesh --
Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh! Susanna,
Don't you cry for me;
I come from Alabama,
A' chewin' on a knee.
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EDIT:
I come from Alabama a' chewin' on a knee--
I’m shambling to Lou’siana my hunger which to feed.
It rain’d all night the day I turned,
and glassy turned my eye;
My blood so cold I needed flesh --
Susanna, don't you try.
Oh! Susanna,
Don't you try to flee;
I come from Alabama,
Hungry as can be.
Zombie Ia! Cthulhu, Zombie Ia!
Zombie Ia! Cthulhu, Zombie Ia!
Zombie Ia! Cthulhu, Zombie Ia!
Uhhhr, GORE! Zombie Ia!
Someone's chewing flesh, Zombie Ia! (etc.)
Someone's crunching bones, Zombie Ia! (etc)
Someone's slurping BRAINS, Zombie Ia! (etc, etc)
Eyes in the buttermilk, Green eye, blue
Eyes in the buttermilk, Brown eye, blue
Eyes in the buttermilk, Both are blue
Remember to chew, my darlin'
Step, step, stop to chew,
Step, step, stop to chew,
Step, step, stop to chew,
Eyes to chew, my darlin'.
I don't understand this thread. 'Spleen it to me, Lucy.
AZ's favorite children's book?
Green Legs and Hands
Now that you've "processed" your pre-holiday feast ... you missed a golden opportunity to chow down in the capitol last night. The fog was nearly thick enough to cut - a 'target rich environment', as it were.