Thursday, June 09, 2005

Brains.

I'm homesick. I could go for a plate of brains the way mom used to make them.

That's what I was talking about when I said her brains were delicious. She knew just the right way to prepare them. You didn't think when I said I ate her brains that I meant I ate her brains, like, out of her skull, did you? You did? You're sick!

4 Comments:

Blogger Greg said...

You still ate her brains, didn't you? Probably used her recipe to prepare them.

8:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aha! I've caught you in a zombie lie! Zombie Tom said, "My mother says I look just fine. At least, she did before I ate her brains." So eating the brains she prepared for you made her stop telling you look just fine? Perhaps because you got some brain on your shirt?

TheCrwth

1:29 PM  
Anonymous A. said...

Um, 2 questions:

1. What are the best tasting brains? How do you determine which brains are good or bad?

2. Is it true that I could only kill you by shooting off your head or catching you on fire?

10:55 PM  
Blogger Zombie_Tom said...

Greg -- not true! I love my Zombie Mom.

TheCrwth -- if you're looking for continuity here, boy, are you barking up the wrong tree.

A. --

1. Baby brains. Well, you asked! It's because they haven't done all that much thinking yet. Too much thinking makes brains bitter. That's why I prefer dumb guy brains. Which is good, because they're the easiest to catch.

2. I can only be killed by a silver stake shot through my heart, fired from a kryptonite gun.

8:13 AM  

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