I tend to prefer my zombies brought back through voodoo, necromancy, or some other dark and forbidden practice best left unnamed and unknowable.
The ways in which the dead are brought back to life are many and varied.
Like the other day I was eating a Dairy Queen Blizzard and I’m pretty sure the ice cream headache killed me. Somehow though I reanimated and I guess now I’m some sort of zombie.
My wife claims I screamed like a girl fell over and hit my head on the toilet seat and passed out for over an hour. You can’t trust her though, she’s a “ginger” and therefore deceptive.
…also why was I eating ice cream in the bathroom…
Now now, my 4 month old is ginger, and so far we’ve seen no signs of pure evil. Maybe a small sadistic streak, but that could be genetic.
It’s only a matter of time before the true nature of the ginger shows itself.
My wife and daughter are both copper tops, brother-in-law, close friends etc…. I’m surrounded by gingers. (so much evil)
…also I was a copper top till about age twelve then it turned brown for some reason. Maybe the evil went away?
Or maybe it’s waiting for the right time to release itself on the world when you least expect it.
I think it moved to my face, my beard when I’m excessively lazy about shaving always comes in red.
I like to tell my neighbors that it’s just a sign that my bloodlust is leaking out of me and it’s only a matter of time before my own redhead rage rears it’s ugly head.
They don’t like me.
Lol that how my cousin was made lolo
Hi… Cool comic. I just wanted to give you a heads up – you misspelled “altar” in the first panel.
Dang your right, Spell check has failed me. I’ll have to fix that when I get home tonight. Thanks.
Maybe you should get a Grammar Nazi to live in your house for when ever you’re doing text. Or just get your kids to do it for free.
Speaking of grammar; I hate it whenever I’ve just clicked “submit comment” only to realize at that moment that I messed up somewhere, but at that point it’s too late to go back and fix it.
I probably do need a grammar Nazi as I am the worst speller in the world. If it weren’t for spell check I would be unemployed. My wife gives me crap for it alllllllll the time. Justifiably so I will admit.
I should work on that as much as my drawing skills.