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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