The zombie brought me a sneaker today. Just one.
I looked at him and I said, “thanks …” and I left a big pause there. A pregnant pause, as they say. I figured maybe he’d explain it, or maybe he had the matching sneaker behind his back or something.
I asked my sister about it and she told me that some people are just bad at giving gifts. She’s right. I dated a girl for a while that was a terrible gift-giver. But one sneaker? That’s the king of bad gifts.
Anyway. I know this is an odd stereotype … but I feel like gay zombies would be great gift-givers, so maybe I misread all that ‘gay’ stuff.
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Comments on: "My Zombie Roomy (2/27/10)" (8)
Hello from Ukraine !
Nobody here would ever give such a precious gift as a tennis shoe to someone, they are too hard to find in our trash bins ! When people cannot wear them any longer they rarely throw them to the trash, mostly we boil them up with carrots for the tasty soup during winter 🙂
Interesting post, I liked it.
Sincerely,
Marina Demchuck.
Rivne – UKraine.
Is your zombie roommate single?
Thank you very much for the comment the other day! I’m glad you enjoyed my blog!
Did you take into consideration the quality of the shoe? Was it just your everyday sneaker? Was it the pump? Remember those? I had the basketball pump shoes…. Was it at least the right size?
I wish someone would give me one sneaker. It’d go perfect with that one pump or one flat or one flip flop I have in my closet (it eats shoes, I swear).
It could be that I watched this earlier today, but your response made me think of the video that was real popular online for a bit … the ‘oh my god. shoes. shoes. shoes …” You know the one?
No I do not, but now I have to go look it up.
Maybe he has a foot fetish? Singular. As in, has a thing for one foot.
Ha. Yes. That’s fantastic.