Hello. My name is Harold M. Zombiebaron Esq. But all my friends call me Zombiebaron. I work in an office building. Mostly I just answer a phone. It is very boring. But it pays the bills and I can afford to live in a very nice apartment near the intersection of Yonge and Dundas in Toronto. That's in Canada, by the way. Yes. I am really a zombie. I died over 400 years ago when I was mauled to death by about twenty zombie nuns somewhere in the vast wilderness of Northern Ontario. I don't find that being a zombie has stopped me from leading a normal life. Except that now I will live forever and crave the sweet taste of brains. Also not all the ladies love the smell of rotting flesh. But they usually stop talking after I eat their brains so that's good. There was no snow the morning that I we
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