The intellectual equivalent of a ham sandwich.

3/12/10

DANG!

Ok, I guess I’d sort of been in denial about living with a zombie roommate who loves saying my nick … oh my God. My nickname!

DUDE!

***

Ok, I went and took a walk around my apartment complex to calm down a bit.

So, this is so obvious now, but it was still a shock. I mean … anyway …

I got home from work and the zombie was eating a BRAIN! It was so gross. (but, if you can remove the context, it was kind of funny … I mean, remember how I thought he was gay? Really he was just debating eating me!)

The zombie could tell he had crossed a boundary, because he looked at me and he seemed sort of ashamed and he said, “brains?”

I didn’t know what to do so I pointed at my head and I said, “tastes like ketchup” (he hates ketchup) and so we both kind of laughed about that.

Anyway, I think he and I sort of bonded tonight. We watched Princess Bride after I got back from my walk.

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Comments on: "My Zombie Roomy (3/12/10)" (1)

  1. Just out of curiosity, which of you suggested Princess Bride?

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