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lol i hear you bud -walks behind bar and starts to poor a mug of beer- can i get you anything? |
*tries unsuccessfully to sit on a bar stool but fails due to rigamortis. Leans on bar instead* Zombies don't get drunk, which sad. But zombie still likes whiskey. Got Wild Turkey?
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ahh well u dont eat brains so this is the net best thing -poors a 12 year old scotch- its all i have right now -puts i down and lifts book back up to read while sipin on beer- |
*sips the scotch* Zombie was still alive when this was made...
*looks at book* Miss being alive sometimes. Zombie used to read lots of books. Finished all 3 Lord Of the Rings, and the Hobbit, during 5th grade year. Got suspended from private catholic school in 8th for doing very in depth essay on entire works of Poe and how his mentality was only amplification of the inner rage and issues we as every people face. (they didn't like that me sympathized with crazy murdery man) I wrote books to... and poems... and stories. Lots of stories. So many never got finished. Zombie played sports to. Soccer... was good at soccer... and baseball, though it was always boring. Kayaking too... loved the water. Spent 3 years at university in Pittsburgh studying the arts and living awesome life. Good friends. Good parties. Good times. And good... well... *whispers* s-e-x... *smirks and giggles* *takes a big sip of scotch* now I don't do anything. Try to read, but the words don't focus. Try to write, but the fingers don't do what zombie say, and the thoughts, to cloudy and fuzzy. Try to run, but to slow. Try to paddle boat and arms want to fall off, to stiff. Body just to... decayed... old... Zombie lost all desire for the rest, the party, the you know... *hangs head and finish rest of scotch* wish zombie could get drunk sometimes. *picks head back up* But oh well... I sowwy... didn't mean to get so depressing. |
not at all man or zombie ^^ yah i know what you mean i have about 5 unfinished books all in my head i lost the love to write i read but not two often -sips on mug- its just when life gots you down know what i mean? -gives the rest of the bottle in a glass to zombie- |
-walks in slowly peering from the door-
coonie sorries coonie got uber sickies |
*Jumps up and huggles Coonie. Scoops her up and carries her gently to a bar stool and sits her on it* You should sit if you sick! Why Coonie sicky?
*Sips more cheerfully at refilled scotch and turns to Karu* Thank you! What book Karu read now? |
hey sissy tell me how u feeling? nada to big mr. zombie its an old book u mostlikly never herd of |
*Puffs out chest* Zombie is old. Try me ^_^
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epps!
-clings and then sits on the stool- thankies ums allergies and coonie was out in the rain rain fun but bad to stay in -nods- the allergies stupid coachella fest >> karuuus! -waves softly- tummy pokie, head go ring ring chest all tight and all achie |
*looks at scotch* How old is Coonie? If coonie can drink, this will fix it *points at old scotch* Put hair on mans chest, and put color in young maidens cheeks
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coonie ish 16
-nods- 5 more years till legal drink 2 more years till legal O.o creepy |
*Zombie feels old* Is ok. Zombie no let Coonie get in trouble, evers *huggles* And I sure you big brother won't either. *takes back scotch* but no scotch for you yet. Bad for you at that age *nods* Zombie drank from 15 till he die. Not got for you. Make you do stupid things.
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-raises eye brow-
what did mister zombie do? |
Helloooo. :)
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coonie my tummy otays and i hope u gets better zombie it depends on how much u drink and the book i am reading is: Essential Lessons in English Etymology copyright by John G. R. McElroy, 1886 lol like i said a very old book lacy hey you |
How are you xD
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im good just reading a book almost done with it hows hubby and game? |
Hubby is lounging,
and game is good xD I'm training my togepi :P |
*laughs in a bone chilling hoarse creepy undead way and gets semi naughty glint in his eye* Much... to much... of lots... so much zombie can't remember lots of it. Do bad things with bad people. Sometimes did bad things to good people, or get good people do bad things. Zombie was not nice guy for a while. *sighs* BUT, that alllll different now. Zombie had life changing thing happen in 2007... then became zombie somewhere in 2009. Zombie try to be good person now, pay for bad things he has done. Help people. Love people. Snuggle puppies and kitties.
Karu, that is odd book. Zombie once read very old book on etiquette from similar time that told him never to look at a handkerchief after blowing nose because gold and precious treasures don't come out of the nose... *looks puzzled* now why the hell does zombie remember that but not the name of it? *waves* Hi Lacy lady! |
zombie yah thats just funny i wished u knew the name i might of read or herd of it lacy good luck |
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mister zombie! bad zombie -pokes nose- bad before zombie O.o -blinks- i helps make mister zombie better how old is mister zombie anyway :P <3 lacy love |
coonie hows school? |
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karu... ju a girl omies ums school.. just finishing up some homework right now |
lol its my mule didnt feel like dressin up another guy |
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