The Continued Saga of Granny.....

Stacey and Goo came running and intercepted Granny Rose.  Well, Goo did most of the work.  Goo jumped on Granny and knocked her down with a large thump.  That stinky little dog packs a wallop!  Yes, Goo is kind of stinky.  He has that wet dog smell combined with that dead dog smell.  Try getting that funky ass odor out of your carpet and drapes, but I digress.  After Goo knocked down Granny, he started licking her face and wagging his tail, which really pissed her off to a substantial degree.  Granny started flailing her arms and legs vigorously.  All of a sudden, she quickly reached into another holster and grabbed a stun gun, then violently shocked my dog!  Goo was flung about twelve feet backwards and rolled on the ground for another five feet.  Luckily, Goo was unharmed.  With incredible energy, Goo jumped up on his hind legs and started to beg and wag his tail rapidly.  That nut burger dog of mine must have enjoyed the stun gun.  So Granny Rose pulled out this huge hand gun which had to have been a .357 Magnum.  Granny had this demented grin on her face when she demanded, “Nobody move!!!  I’m going to put an end to this zombie reign of terror once and for all tonight!”  We all froze.  Would this be the end?  Is this how the Grand Poobah of zombies meets his final moment on this planet??  I thought to myself, “How do I get myself and my friends out of this mess?”  All of a sudden, on top of the hill just to the North of our present predicament, came the sound of an old, but boisterous, voice.  It was none other than Arnie.  Arnie was a kindly old grandfatherly man, until he joined our zombie ranks.  Arnie yelled at Granny, “Rose, is that you??  How have you been, honey?  It’s been much too long.  How are our grandchildren?”  Wait a minute!  These two were married?  Granny seemed a bit confused when she looked over to Arnie.  Then Arnie continued to speak, “We were married for fifty years.  Our favorite dance was the Chicken Dance.  In fact, we crashed hundreds of weddings just for the opportunity to do the Chicken Dance.”  Arnie started to do the Chicken Dance.  Stacey giggled and looked at me.  At that time, we both slowly joined Arnie in his Chicken Dance celebration.  Granny was really perplexed then, and in a daze she dropped her gun.  With the reflexes of a cat, Arnie pounced on old Granny.  She’s much sweeter to me now that we see eye to eye.  Granny Rose and Grandpa Arnie are getting to know each other again and she’s learning the ropes of being a first class zombie.   

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Gone, Granny, Gone?

Zombie Huntress, Granny Rose was chasing me. Her hot pursuit came to a screeching halt when her mini hummer fell into a ravine. The crash of that incident was terribly loud and almost enough to wake the dead. We are light sleepers, don’t you know.  Anyway, after that I stopped in my tracks, and walked back towards the ravine. It became foggy that night and the sight of the ravine was also obscured by a lot of brush. Having pinpointed the approximate location of Granny’s delirious descent, I cautiously looked over the edge and saw about 30 feet down was Granny’s mini hummer flipped over on its top, but no Granny! Where did she go? I mean it’s not like she hitched a ride from the Enterprise and was beamed out of there. All of a sudden, I heard another loud “KARRRAACCKKK”. It was a grappling hook shot out of a gun by none other that Granny herself! SON OF A SWAMP MOTHER!!! I thought out loud, “She’s got to be Batman’s Grandma!” I’ve never seen an elderly person with this much toughness. My imagination went to a point thinking that if Granny Rose ever baked warm, delicious chocolate chip cookies in her kitchen, it would be entirely possible to believe that such cookies probably each had a device implanted that made the transformation rather easily from a scrumptious treat into a throwing star of death to fight off any stealth assassins (or at least to scare off any misbehaving grandkids)! Up from the ravine climbed Granny Rose. Granny looked even more pissed than when I first met her about an hour ago. I started to run but Granny was catching up with me. Oh great!! Through the fog I saw two familiar shapes. It was my zombie girlfriend, Stacey, and my zombie dog, Goo, running to help intercept Granny! What happened next? Well, it went like this…..




To be continued.

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Granny Rose, Zombie Huntress

Granny Rose, with her huge ass hummer, came barreling down the street.  I thought she was going to run right over me, but as luck would have it, a strange turn of events occurred.  Her hummer came to an abrupt halt with a plum of grayish blue smoke which rolled out from underneath the hood.  Oooops, looks like Granny was a little too hard on her gas guzzling sled.  She hopped out of the giant SUV, all 4 foot 9 inches of her, and pulled a remote out of her pocket.  With one quick click of the button, the back end of hummer opened up and out came an ATV which looked just like Granny’s hummer except only more petit.   So with a goose step over to the miniature hummer, Granny was ready for hot pursuit once again!  Zombie vs. Granny, a fight to the death, should she ever catch up to me.  I guess it would become personal at that point. It was amusing how she could barely see over the steering wheel of the ATV.  I can’t wait to see what Granny does with her walker.  I can only imagine it is probably made out of titanium with steel spikes protruding from the frame.  Anyway, I led her on a chase through the woods and over around the hills surrounding the graveyard.  My ears could faintly make out the cuss words coming from Granny’s lips.  Whoa!  She cussed like a sailor on shore leave.  One thing is for certain, Granny didn’t learn those cuss words while playing Yahtzee at the senior center downtown!  As I continued to run from her, suddenly I heard an extremely loud crash!!  Granny Rose and her ATV fell into a ravine.  Curiosity got the best of me, I had to run back and see what happened to the Granny.

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A Catastrophe of Convenience.....

Stopped by the convenience store next door to the graveyard last week to stir up some action and I got more than I bargained for, seriously.  It amazes me that a store like this still exists.  The store’s prices were way too high and so was the clerk standing behind the counter.  Did my eyes deceive me or was that a bong sticking out of his army jacket? His name tag read, “Wally” and his eyelids were half closed.  I don’t know who looked more zombie like, this dude or me!  Thought I would have a little fun with old Wally here so I said, “Say there young man, do you carry any worm food?  The worms swimming around in my guts have expressed the desire for something different in the way of nourishment.  Guess you could say they’ve grown bored with my entrails.”  That got Wally’s attention.  Wally exclaimed, “OH CRAP!  You’re a-a-a Z-Z-Z-ZOMBIE!”  With one fantastic jump over the counter, Wally hit floor running with great speed any track star would envy and ran towards the back of the store.  So, I walked in that direction only to find that Wally had found the panic room and locked the door behind him.  I said, “Come now, Wally, I was just messing with you.  If I would have wanted to eat you, you would have been a goner by now.  I’ve had my fill of human brains and flesh tonight.  It’s all good.”  Wally yelled back beyond the door in a voice of pure indignation, “No way, man, I’ve watched all the Romero classics.  No zombie ever gets his fill!  Now, get out of here, before I call the cops or….worse yet, I’ll call Grandma Rose who owns this place.  You don’t want to mess with her.  She served as an army nurse in Korea and later went on to torture spies as a CIA operative.  You don’t want to get on her bad side!”  Nothing but silence from Wally for five long minutes, so I got tired of messing with this guy.  I thought to myself, I’ll leave Wally alone to get back to his reefer madness.  Besides, Stacey and Goo are probably waiting up for me back at the graveyard.  Walked back through the store and made my way out the front door, when all of a sudden I heard a loud rumbling coming down the street.  This huge hummer was speeding and heading towards the convenience store.  No, it couldn’t be….  SON OF A SWAMP MOTHER!!!  It was Granny Rose and she did not look happy!

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An appointment with Dr. Lutzman

I met a new face amongst the zombie crowd in our graveyard neighborhood.  The new guy’s name is Dr. Leo Oscar Lutzman.  As a zombie, I must say this guy is especially ugly.  I’ve seen a nicer look from a rotten head of cabbage!  Lutzman has a nine iron sticking out of the top of his head.  The good doctor must have been a really bad golfer for his golf buddies to do that dastardly deed to him.  If it was the game of Clue, I’d go with Colonel Mustard in the ballroom with the nine iron.  Oh…. Wait a minute.  Now I remember this guy!  When he was still human, Lutzman was sued for malpractice on seven different occasions.  He was also a bit of a scam artist.  This old doc worked the medical insurance fraud circuit extensively.  Wow, what a scumbag!  Perhaps, the nine iron planted firmly inside this dude’s cranium was a lovely parting gift from one of his badly treated patients.  Well, Dr. Lutzman also has a poor dead side manner as a zombie.  Spoke with many of the other zombies in our cemetery and it seems there are rumors that Lutzman may have been a grave robber when he was still human!  Oh boy, things could get really tough for Lutzman if that is true.  If it’s one thing that zombies and other undead creatures can all join together against, it’s the treasonous act of grave robbery.   It was really amusing to me, when later that night, Fog the zombie bounty hunter came after old Dr. Lutzman.  It seems that Lutzman was wanted for crimes against zombies in another graveyard!  Fog was a pretty cool zombie.  I’ve heard about Fog, but had never seen him before.  His zombie mullet was flowing ferociously in the wind as Fog grabbed Lutzman by the nine iron and hauled the quack away to face his accusers.  It was awesome!  There’s never a dull moment around this graveyard.  Eternal rest my ass!

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The Graveyard: A Spring Break Getaway

Well, last Friday night was interesting to say the least. My zombie girlfriend, Stacey, was out with her new zombie friends, oh I don’t know, doing zombie girl things I would suppose. So I went out for some fresh air. I was walking with my zombie dog, Goo, in the woods which skirt around the graveyard, when I heard a loud commotion up at the top of the hill. Goo really took notice and his ears really perked up. When  we looked up to the top of the hill and spotted a bunch of college kids up there preparing to have a kegger! Just great! SON OF A SWAMP MOTHER!! Of all the thousands of miles of coastal beaches that we have in this country, a group of college students pick out our little graveyard hamlet to stage a spring break party. I really have to wonder about the future generation. From the sound of it, the majority of these kids were already wasted beyond belief.  One big dude came running down the hill making a beeline for the woods. I ducked behind one of the big oak trees, because I wanted to see what this guy was up to. The college kid made his way over to pine tree, probably about 25 yards from the tree I was spying from behind. Oh great, Big Hoss was preparing to take a leak! You know that really pissed me off. It’s one thing to use our graveyard as a party station, and quite another thing to use it as a toilet. There’s a convenience store with a working public toilet right next door to the graveyard.
Made up my mind right then and there, I would have a little fun with big hoss. Goo and I put on our scariest zombie faces and used our scariest zombie moans and groans, and set out to put this lunatic on the path to common sense. He was so scared; I think he crapped his pants. In fact, big hoss took off running without even zipping up his fly! Hilarious! As he screamed, like a little girl I might add, his piss was flinging everywhere especially on his jeans. My zombie comrades popped out of their graves to have a look around and we all chased the brain dead college kids off our turf. Hey, kids, next time find a tree house for your little beer party, and leave the graveyard to grownups.


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How much is that doggy in the window?

Stacey and I are now dating.  We’re the talk of the graveyard.  Being a zombie, you might not think that I have the capacity to fall in love and to get attached to another zombie, but that’s where you’d be wrong.  We’re on the verge of becoming undead soul mates.  We finish each other’s groans and seem to know what the other one is thinking just by looking under each other’s skull cap.  Stacey and I have may have what it takes to forge a zombie romance that will become epic.  Stacey, being much more romantic than me, thought we could exchange first week anniversary gifts.  Yes, I know we’ve only been a zombie couple for a week, but it sounded like fun.  I picked out some of the most wilted, dead flowers that I could find.  Stacey was delighted and expressed to me that nobody ever gave her flowers like this before.  Her idea of a one week anniversary turned out to be much more elaborate.  Stacey blindfolded me and said, “Jed, we’re going down town to a secret place.  I’ve got a surprise for you!” So she had two of my buddies, Slickman and Boner, walk me down along side her to THE PET POD, our local pet store!  Oh boy, she wanted to give me a dog.  Wow, I didn’t know if I would be ready for this kind of commitment. Stacey remarked, “Pick one out and we’ll turn it into a zombie pooch of your very own!”  It was night time and we had the whole closed store to ourselves.  So I picked out a mutt.  No particular breed in mind, just a mutt.  I’m also kind of a mutt; you know a mixture of man, legend and master zombie of excellence all joined together into one fantastic undead eggroll ….hey, I’m just saying!  Anyway, I bit this dog and within a matter of minutes, my dog, Goo, was among the undead ranks.  He’s a little dog with a huge bark and with a tremendous sense of irony.  Instantly, Goo grabbed Boner’s lower right leg bone and took off like a late freight train.  Awww, Goo wanted to play.  SWEET!!

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