
(sigh) I don’t like this comic… It has nothing to do with zombies and I’m sure I can draw better than this now.
But, I’ve been using every free second to refinish my floors and I’m spent. So this comic, I drew a long time ago is all I got today. Sorry… I feel tremendous shame. Even more than my usual level of shame.
…um …um I’ll do better Monday.
Anyway…. Come on! If you had access to the “Engorgio Charm” don’t you lie and say you wouldn’t magically enlarge your naughty bits. If you were Harry Potter you would walk around with magically enlarged junk all the time and you know it.
…just me. Fine. I admit it.

And you thought the Twilight Moms were creepy. I bring you the Twilight Dads! Be afraid, be very afraid.
Edward Cullens better start running right now because the “Twilight Dads” are coming… And they likes it when you sparkle…. Ooh baby they likes it a lot.

Here’s a picture of the Twilight Mom’s in case that rock you live under doesn’t have access to the intertubes and you haven’t seen these creepy women.
I love drawing this webcomic. But if you were to read “The Zombie Nation” you would probably get from this comic that I don’t like “Twilight.”
Well, yeah, pretty much. But come on! How can you not be creeped out by these women who want to jump Edward Cullens?
The only thing creepier… The “Twilight Dads”.

Explaining to children that since there’s no more room in hell and therefore they will sadly walk the cursed earth forever as one of the living dead is possibly the proudest moment a parent can have.
Cherish these moments parents, because your children grow up so fast. (I promised myself I wouldn’t cry… sob… It’s just soooo biter sweet.)

How would Batman face the zombie apocalypse? Would he fight it? Would Batman go on a manly rampage till he had finally saved all mankind?
Crap no! Batman would be the very first person to be excited about the zombpocalypse.

As a parent of two future zombies I think it’s vitally important to make sure they have proper table manners. That means use a fork and spoon, have proper posture, and please don’t play with your food.
People… It’s what’s for dinner.




