We zombies seldom have to ask that question. We eat just about anything. Yesterday we were foraging around north Jersey and came upon a group of humans, heads bent, writing something very important. Normally we avoid writers (too salty) and focus on artists and dancers. But none of them were paying attention to their surroundings and we pounced, growling and drooling as per norm. They were too frightened to resist. The males were tougher to chew, while the females went down much easier.
Afterward, we sat in the kitchen, drank some leftover coffee and tried to create small talk. But since most of us don't have vocal cords that didn't last long. A half empty box of donuts made us queasy just looking. How humans put such garbage into perfectly tasty entrails is beyond me.
Now, a day later, I'm getting gas. Some of those writers must have been blogging.
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