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My Zombie Roomy (10/4/11)

Remember a while back when I mentioned how for the first time I saw the Zombie eat in my apartment? I had thought it might be bad. Turns out I was right.

I come back from my vacation and I notice two things. One, the Zombie appears to have gained forty pounds (maybe he stayed thin before because he didn’t have a good place to go eat?). And two, slightly more unsettling, there’s a part of a corpse on my kitchen table.

(On the plus side I finally found a use for the massive amounts of junk mail I get. I put it down so the Zombie won’t get the table bloody.)

It’s crazy how much weight he gained! I made a comment, which was rude of me, but I asked the Zombie when the baby was due and he appeared to not like the comment. I can tell you this with some amount of certainty because he ate part of my favorite Playstation 3 game, and he knew exactly what he was doing.

I apologized and he left.

Comments on: "My Zombie Roomy (10/4/11)" (3)

  1. I hope that actually isn’t a baby in there….

  2. Zombies are sensitive about their figures. Who knew?
    Nice to know there’s none of that feeling guilty by association, nonsense with you.
    Zombie’s gonna eat, what ya gonna do?

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