Brains.
Yesterday this dude was tailgating me. Just being a real jerk, right up on my bumper, beeping and flashing his lights, even though there was very clearly a car right in front of me, too. What do you want me to do, drive over him? Jerk.
He was so obnoxious. I just wished that I could stop him and kill him and eat his brains. And then I remembered: oh, yeah... I can.
They tasted like rage. And, oddly, boysenberries.
posted by Zombie Tom @ 8:55 AM
5 Comments:
Boysenberry Rage - my favorite! Also a cool band name.
Zombie Tom,
You know, if you head to Ain't It Cool News, there are a bunch of guys just asking to have their brains eaten. Literally.
Boysenberry, humn.....don't think I ever had any.
I bet it was a really small amount of brains, though. People who drive that way usually don't have much forebrain.
Roxy -- if I ever form a band I'm totally using that name. You can't have it!
Anon -- don't I know it. That freakin' Harry Knowles deserves a serious brain-eating just for his review of Blade 2. (Which I won't even link to, because it is freakin' disgusting. You go find it if you want.)
Cassarass -- language! I'm a gentile and well-mannered zombie. That said -- I totally agree.
Rokan -- you're missing out, they're delicious. And they were apparently created in good old California.
P.E. -- I was still a little peckish afterward. It was more a between-meal snack than a real meal.
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