Zombie Haiku
I'm alive again.
Why do I crave human brains?
Hi man with shotgun.
Now that I have your attention, the class in which this blog was assigned is nearing it's close. As of Dec. 14th I will be liberated from the "for this assignment you are required to write 3 blog posts a week" format.
Being an incredibly lazy person, this lack of structure will cause post to either become much less frequent, or end all together. Just in case of the latter, I would like to mourn the death of Funk Sheet Beach. "NOOOOOOOOO".
Ok. The mourning is over. Possibly, like a pheonix or a zombie, Funk Sheet Beach will rise from the dead and reek havoc once again.
And now for something entertaining. My roomate got a girlfriend. To put an image in your head, imagine the most socially awkward person you can think of, cover him in acne, and make him vaguely creepy, and you have him. The funny thing is, his GF is really hot. So she has been coming over every night to make out with him for hours on end with the lights off. By the time she's over, I'm already blitzed out of my skull, so I just sit at my computer, put on headphones and play Half Life 2 or FEAR.
His romantic style is rather ripe for parody, however. For example, I hear the obvious noises of people making out, but then my roomate stops and starts to recite the quadratic formula in a faux seductive voice. At this point, I had to chime in. "Um... sorry to ruin the mood, but... did you just say the quadratic formula while making out?"
Why do I crave human brains?
Hi man with shotgun.
Now that I have your attention, the class in which this blog was assigned is nearing it's close. As of Dec. 14th I will be liberated from the "for this assignment you are required to write 3 blog posts a week" format.
Being an incredibly lazy person, this lack of structure will cause post to either become much less frequent, or end all together. Just in case of the latter, I would like to mourn the death of Funk Sheet Beach. "NOOOOOOOOO".
Ok. The mourning is over. Possibly, like a pheonix or a zombie, Funk Sheet Beach will rise from the dead and reek havoc once again.
And now for something entertaining. My roomate got a girlfriend. To put an image in your head, imagine the most socially awkward person you can think of, cover him in acne, and make him vaguely creepy, and you have him. The funny thing is, his GF is really hot. So she has been coming over every night to make out with him for hours on end with the lights off. By the time she's over, I'm already blitzed out of my skull, so I just sit at my computer, put on headphones and play Half Life 2 or FEAR.
His romantic style is rather ripe for parody, however. For example, I hear the obvious noises of people making out, but then my roomate stops and starts to recite the quadratic formula in a faux seductive voice. At this point, I had to chime in. "Um... sorry to ruin the mood, but... did you just say the quadratic formula while making out?"
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