Sunday, January 29, 2012

Get your motors runnin'

So our zombie biker gang, The Rotten & Ripe Riders, went on our first ride together just the other night.  It was glorious!  It feels good to be an outlaw zombie biker.  We created mayhem.  First, we rode out to Easy Rest Haven, a nursing home for elderly folks in our city.  We teased the old people sitting on the front porch to stop gumming their pudding, get off their lazy butts and to hunt down some food for dinner.  They were a little confused, although unafraid, at first, so we said that we were executives from the nursing home’s office and were there to let them know that the nursing home was out of food.  That got the old folks’ attention.  About two-thirds of the folks sitting there went over to the koi pond on the property and attempted to grab fish out of the water with their bare hands!  Hilarious! We’re so bad ass!  Then we rode out to the grocery store that I worked at for a while as a butcher.  Took the shopping carts from the outside cart racks and used them to form pyramids!  Once the police arrived, we rode out of there in a hurry. We’re so bad ass!  The next place we went was to drive by statue of the founder of our great city.  It is a statue of General Zeke “Bubba” Goldberg.  He was an accomplished man, kind of a redneck Jewish dude who had a penchant for playing checkers, making moonshine, stuffing cash in his mattress and eating kosher foods.  That statue looked great adorned in TP!  That’s right, we wrapped toilet paper all around him; when we were finished, poor Bubba looked like he was wearing a toga!  We’re so bad ass!  Our last stop was to get a quick bite to eat before heading back home, so we settled on a Chinese restaurant just three blocks away from the graveyard.  Damn, those Asian people’s brains tasted great!  The only problem is that an hour later and I was hungry again.  We’re so bad ass and undead!    

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Bad Ass & Bizarre

Went down to a biker bar to recruit bikers for my zombie biker gang and found success, you might say.   This isn’t just any biker bar I went to, mind you.  It is a biker bar for biker rejects.  These are guys who can’t get into any other biker gang.  The bar is called “Bob’s Booze –N- Barf” and it had some real characters.  My instincts to turn these guys into zombies turned out to be excellent.  A guy named Frank “The Shank” was the first biker chosen to be in my gang.  I think his actual IQ increased after being turned into a zombie.  His idea of a keen fashion sense is to wear a gas mask with his leather jacket.  Oh well, guess old Frank will be prepared just in case the guy riding in front of him farts.  Then there is Larry, whom everybody calls “Orange Juice”.  He earned this nickname because the last man that Larry fought in a brawl felt “freshly squeezed” after that particular altercation.  Another one of my prized biker picks is a dude named Ike “The Toothpick.”  You might ask yourself, “Is Ike called that because he’s super skinny?”  Well, you might think so, but that is not the case.  Ike has one, unusually long, skinny, mutated front tooth, which he can use to pick any type of lock.  So, as you can tell, I have one ugly, scary, hardboiled crew to ride my hog along side in our gang called “Rotten & Ripe Riders”!  Heck, next to this bunch, I might look like George Clooney to any woman with questionable eyesight.  

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Sunday, January 15, 2012

Just a few good bikers......

Yeah, so my plan to recruit my zombie pals, Boner and Slickman, into my biker gang ended with them acting like big babies.  Those two would have been better ghosts than zombies, because they’re “transparent” and I can see right through their steaming pile of bull chips.  Oh well, guess the public library could use a couple of zombie nerds like them to help keep the human nerd herd under control.  So, I decided to take my biker gang recruiting efforts to the city.  Went to the local motorcycle dealership to scout for biker material and all I found was a bunch of “posers” trying to recapture lost youth or manage a midlife crisis.  You know, there were a bunch of dudes down at that dealership who work as doctors, lawyers, bankers, etc., but want to show a weekend wild streak by owning and riding around on a hog and looking like an outlaw biker while doing it.  What’s this world coming to?  I suppose I can give doctors a pass, but lawyers and bankers, come on, really?  These two groups of prime slime are already pretending to be human beings when at work, why do they have to continue the masquerade by pretending to be bikers on the weekend?  Ridiculous!  Anyway, I left the motorcycle dealership in utter frustration, thinking that my quest for biker talent might be in trouble when I suddenly received a flash of brilliance across my mind!  Maybe I should go to one of the local bars to recruit bikers?  Yeah, I’ll search for the ugliest, smelliest, craziest and loudest joint in the city to find whack jobs that I can turn into zombie bikers.  If nothing else I can start a bar tab and get reacquainted with the joys of a good whiskey sour. 

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Saturday, January 7, 2012

Zombie bikers, oh what fun!

Recruiting for my new zombie biker club has been very hard work.  Tried to talk some of my fellow zombies into it by selling them on the idea that riding motorcycles will make human hunting far more efficient, but they’re just not buying that idea.  Boner fell down in the fetal position and started sucking his thumb! What the hell is that all about, anyway?!  Slickman ran off screaming like a little girl.  Wow, I need to get better zombie friends, biker club or not.  Finally, Boner let me know the reason for their bad reaction to my zombie biker proposal.  Boner said, “We’re all scared of loud noises around here and cycles are incredibly loud!  We don’t even like load shotguns or chain saws which are generally being used by humans to defend their turf.  We, as zombies, just don’t see how riding motorcycles will improve are chances with the humans, Jed!  Slickman and I must decline your ground floor opportunity to participate in the biker gang.”  I responded, “You guys are a bunch of pussies! If I had the power to demote you from zombie to slug of the universe, I would.”  I then added, “What about recreation?  We could just ride the hogs for grins and giggles, you know, just to see how many bugs each one of us can catch in his teeth and not for human hunting purposes…..what do you say about that?  Hey, where did that idiot go?”  Next thing I know, looking about 75 feet from where I was standing to the street, Boner had already flagged down an ice cream truck driver and was choking down a frozen fudge bar.  Well, potentially good biker gang recruits in this graveyard might be hard to come by.  Might have to take my biker recruiting efforts into the city………

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Sunday, January 1, 2012

Old Jed, New Year

Son of a swamp mother, am I wasted today!  That dude’s brain that I ate last night could not have been more pickled.  My first clue should have been his whiskey breath.  It literally curled my toe nails.  Oh well, I’ll be fine once I get the tried and true zombie hangover cure into my system.  What is the zombie hangover cure, you ask?  It is a combination of the following:  seven and a half ounces of kangaroo milk, a cup and three fourths of freshly ground tree bark, two and half moldy cupcakes, one wiener dog brain and five rusty nails.  Blend all that together and you have, well, a mess.  It’s the only cure for the “bad brain belches” that afflicts most zombies on New Years Day, after rolling a few drunks for their gray matter.  Once I recover, my plans to start recruiting bikers for my MC will get back on track.  Can’t hardly wait, I am so excited about this new biker gang opportunity that I think I’ll hug myself.  Ahhh, yeah, that’s the ticket!

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