Due to Blogger technical problems (which often two days has given us all the bloggers we were desperate!), I deleted the entry, here the public again:
This is the story and I made image to compete in the II Zombie Story week. Pass through there, it's worth! Seeking
matazombies
Seeking matazombies. The reason? Well, one of those smelly bastards has bitten me and soon I will become one of them. Sounds easy, until recently, you gave a kick and you were one. But nothing, just look for it ...
not misunderstand me: there are many types out there with bats and all kinds of weapons, but what I'm looking for a professional, which leave you stone dead. I would not want one of those fools do not come to kill me completely and then months pass me crawling around with a member before. No, no way. I'm going to turn into a zombie but I will not lose my dignity That never!
So here I am, like a fool putting up posters across the city to my 60 years of age, I am not for these jogging, and to top it off every now and then I have to stop beating occasionally dodging the zombies, because as even I am not one of them will probably try to eat me. This is a shame! The government was able to control all diseases, that if the flu, mad cow disease if ... But the plague of zombies no! And now, for incompetence, I'm going to make one also. If you know voting no such wimps! Already
I ran out of posters, and I have much sleep. I hope that some of the professional matazombies read one and be able to find my street, because I suspect that tomorrow I'll wake up ... and one of them. -------------------------------------------------
-------------------------------- not misunderstand me: there are many types out there with bats and all kinds of weapons, but what I'm looking for a professional, which leave you stone dead. I would not want one of those fools do not come to kill me completely and then months pass me crawling around with a member before. No, no way. I'm going to turn into a zombie but I will not lose my dignity That never!
So here I am, like a fool putting up posters across the city to my 60 years of age, I am not for these jogging, and to top it off every now and then I have to stop beating occasionally dodging the zombies, because as even I am not one of them will probably try to eat me. This is a shame! The government was able to control all diseases, that if the flu, mad cow disease if ... But the plague of zombies no! And now, for incompetence, I'm going to make one also. If you know voting no such wimps! Already
I ran out of posters, and I have much sleep. I hope that some of the professional matazombies read one and be able to find my street, because I suspect that tomorrow I'll wake up ... and one of them. -------------------------------------------------
All stories and characters in this blog are fictitious. Any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.
0 comments:
Post a Comment