Zombie-related things I heard tonight at writer’s group:
– If you see a guy with a “Will Work For Brains” sign, just keep walking.
– Avoid restaurants with signs in the window reading “We Serve Zombies”.
– “Why can’t I find someone who will appreciate me for my brains?” *shuffle* “Heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyy baaaaaaaaaabyyyyyyyyy….”
– Vegetarian zombies: “Graaaaaaiiiiinnnsssss…”
I’m trying to work on some new pickup lines. Vote in comments for the ones you like:
1) So, you wanna go outside to my Toyota Corolla?
2) Come here, and I’ll let you rub my bald spot. It’s so masculine!
3) Let’s get out of here, and I’ll let you sit on my huge gut.
Ah… suggestions welcome.
So I autofilled my iPod today, and I was running through the selections to see if there were any I wanted to replace. And lo and behold:

I bought my wife a Christmas present last week, something I knew she would absolutely love, and something she would never guess I would get. So of course I’ve been teasing her about it ever since: “I got you a present! La la la la la! You don’t know what it iiis! Ha ha ha ha ha!”
So of course she’s guessed just about everything except what it really is. Yesterday she said, “Is it a trip? Because I’d love a nice trip.”
I replied, “You’re right. It’s a $20 Exxon gift card and a map to Luckenbach, Texas.”
Which is not exactly what she wanted.