Awesome! I’m back from my harrowing adventure to the great blasted wasteland where the living envy the dead that is Arizona.
Did you know that no one is allowed to have a basement in Arizona as it sits three feet above hell and the governor is worried that the citizens will break through Satan’s prison thereby releasing an army of the damned? It’s TRUE!… Also I may be drunk.
Much Turkey was consumed, memories were made, and soon my bloody bloody wounds shall turn into delightful scars… Scars that I will lie to my children about and tell them I got them in a ridiculously manly ways and not because I was stabbed by my elderly grandmother. (Children, daddy wrestles polar bears, so that I can eat their hearts and gain their strength.)
I pray my daughter never joins PETA or she’ll never find Daddy’s jokes funny again.
Also I drew a bunch of zombies while I was gone and made a bit of a buffer, so hopefully I won’t have as many problems updating the webcomic for quite a while… I hope.
This is one I did of my future zombie girlfriend…. why I am fascinated by zombie dating and zombie relationships I have no Idea. And if you’re a shrink and have a theory… shut up and don’t you judge me.
Don’t you judge me! (This is where I collapse into the fetal position and start crying… again.)
Oh my God, I thought she looked familiar. It’s Debbie Harry… In her younger years in Blondie.
Yea, die young, walk around beautiful.
I can see the resemblance. As zombies go she is kinda perdy.
Yay I are can post again – Good to see you back and mostly unscathed Carter… I have to admit I had a very rough Holiday as well… NEVER work Security for Wal Mart on Black Friday … unless you really want to know what it feels like to be in the BAD part of a Romero movie { when they break into the mall }
Dang that is terrifying. I hope they give you hazard pay for that. I avoid stores on Black Friday. I don’t need to save money so badly that I’m willing to fight for a discount.
Some of the stories I hear about it are alarming, people getting crushed to death and junk…. to save fifty bucks? Not worth it.
My great grandmother wouldn’t stab with a fork so much as she would wield a butter knife handle with deadly accuracy. My dad was left with bloody knuckles after one good whap after reaching across the table instead of asking “please pass”.
What do you buy a zombie girlfriend anyway? Taking her out to dinner would be a waste, she doesn’t really go for spa days as it would rip off remaining skin, and flowers seem so grave like. Maybe some clothes to hold in the rotting flesh and large amounts of cosmetics?
Don’t forget a non-zombie snack every now and then. I’m sure she would appreciate that.
For zombie girlfriends, always go with flowers and I hear they like cookies. I suggest Lady fingers. As long as she doesn’t get jealous over who’s fingers they are otherwise she may turn your kidney into a pie and liver into paté.
LadyBelle, I think you buy her superglue and air freshiners. Also my grandma always threatened to “Beat me to a Bloody Pulp!” I’m not sure what that means as I would always shape up after that.
Otherwise I think snacks would be perfect to buy your decaying significant other… Just don’t go vegan on the menu choices… Unless you give her an actual Vegan to eat.
chocoate dead or not chocolate