Following yesterday's demand for a zombie bride with whom I could share my hopes, dreams, and brains, when I heard a knock on my door this morning, I of course assumed it was the early arrival of Angelina Jolie. But when I opened the door, who did I see instead?
Zombie Brad Pitt.
He beat the unholy unliving tar out of me. I have to admit, he delivered quite the hellacious zombie beatdown. I would have admired its thoroughness and savagery, had I not been on the receiving end.
No more demands for celebrity zombie brides from me.
Unless... does anyone know if Scarlett Johansson has a zombie boyfriend?