Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Brains.

Don't get me wrong: I mean, I'll eat small intestine if there isn't any brain left. I've been known to snack on an eyeball, or a stomach, or even an appendix (it's the jalapeño pepper of internal organs!). But if I had my druthers, I'd really prefer to get me a heapin' helpin' of brains.

Monday, March 28, 2005

Brains.

If you are what you eat, I should be, like, about a thousand pounds of brains. And about three hundred pounds of kidneys, livers, pancreases, hearts, colons, lungs, and other assorted organs. But mostly brains.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Brains.

It's times like this that I wish I had been more frugal with my brains-eating, and maybe saved up some brains for a rainy day.

Ah, who am I kidding? I totally would've eaten those brains.

Friday, March 25, 2005

Brains.

Most zombies won't eat dog brains, but I tried some today, and they weren't half bad. I went almost two minutes without wanting to eat more brains.

Braaaaiinnsss...

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Brains.

Hey, Keri Russell turns 29 today!

I'd like to eat her brains, if you know what I mean.

Friday, March 18, 2005

Brains.

BRAINS! BRAINS! BRAAAAAINS!! BRAINS! BRAINS BRAINS BRAINS!! BRAAAAIIINSS!!! BRAINS! BRAINS! BRAINS! BRAINS!...

BRAINS!

BRAINS BRAINS BRAINS BRAINS BRAAAAAAAIIINNSSSS!!!

BRAINS! BRAAAINNS!! BRAINS! BRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIINNNSSSSSS!!
BRAINS!

BRAINS! BRAINS! BRAAAIINNSS!! BRAINS! BRAINS BRAAAAIIINNSS BRAINS!

BRAINS!

BRAINS! BRAINSBRAINS!

BRAINS!

...

BRAINS!

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BRAINS!

Sunday, March 13, 2005

Brains.

I know I've said this before, but I really would like to eat some brains some time soon. Like, within the next minute or so.

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Brains.

I ran into my former upstairs neighbor today. The one who always came home late at night and cranked up the rap music when I had to work early the next morning. He was still alive. I totally ate the hell out of his brains. It was satisfying, but not really out of any sense of vengeance. I just liked eating his brains.

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Brains.

I would kill for a bite of brain. No, seriously.

Tuesday, March 01, 2005

Brains.

I can't even taste the brains, really. The zombies who turned me pretty much made a feast of my innards. The pieces of brain I ingest just kind of fall out of a hole in my stomach. Maybe that's why I'm always hungry.

Mmm... hungry. For brains.