He slept through his alarm and his wedding.
Author: John Rhea
Zombhard run last news paper of apocalypse
He feared the worst of fifth grade terrors.
Robin Hood actually preferred blue jays and t-shirts.
The aliens smiled. “Friends!” (Their word for “dinner.”)
“Hey Stranger, going my way?” “Aaaaaah! Stranger Danger!”
“Mom! Want to buy a mostly used car?”
The man screamed and screamed for his Mommy.
The magician’s sober wife made his keys disappear.
“She left me at the altar… for yogurt”
“I used to fear zombies, now just loneliness.”
“You smell like fetid cheese.” “I love feta!”
Ironically, the zombie gained superpowers eating Batman’s brain.
She fell in love with his imagined brilliance.
He didn’t wake up till she was gone.
His odor played its part in their divorce.
The pineapple told of loss and more loss.
The Zombie crumpled when I revealed my website.
“How about we start over? Hello, I’m Turd…”
She thought he was totally crazy… crazy right.
“The stars and planets aligned!” “You’re astronomically stupid.”