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My Zombie Roomy (2/24/11)

A few days ago I wrote about how I thought the Zombie maybe killed my friend Amy? Well, turns out I was wrong.

You see, Amy sells Lush stuff which is fancy, pretty-smelling stuff.

At first, because the Zombie smelled good, I assumed he killed Amy and accidentally ate some soap. But then, when Amy called and yelled at me to pay for all the soap the Zombie ate – that’s when I knew Amy was still alive.

And feisty.

And Lush stuff is expensive. I’ve got the Zombie drooling into my bathtub right now because he apparently ate four bath bombs. I know it’s disgusting, but I’m cheap, and I’m going to get my money’s worth from these bath bombs one way or another.

My Zombie Roomy (2/23/11)

My Zombie Roomy (2/22/11)

Ruh roh.

Last night I was on facebook, and the Zombie was chilling on the couch next to me. I saw that a friend of mine had checked in somewhere using the application FourSquare, so I said, “oh Miss Amy’s at [bar name], that’s cool.”

The Zombie looked up from the stuffed animal he was chewing on (I started buying him chew toys because the door handle to my bathroom was getting disgusting – he’d just gnaw on it randomly), and he said “brains?”

I had a minor dilemma – I of course didn’t want my friend Amy to be in any danger of being eaten by the Zombie, but I was curious if he actually knew where this bar was. I let him look at the screen, and he looked up at me, seemed to smirk, and said “brains” very confidently. Then he stood up and headed for the door.

I sat on my couch shocked. ‘Oh my God!’ I thought to myself, ‘I think I just killed Amy!’

But right when the Zombie opened the door he started coughing, and coughed up a bunch of stuffing that was in the stuffed animal. I yell at him not to eat the stuffing but he does it anyway. It really upsets me.

Oh yeah and I haven’t seen an update in Amy for a while. That’s also troublesome.