Rumors of My Demise

[jetpack_monkey]

Please disregard the previous post. A prank played by a co-worker. Zombies indeed. He's been dealt with. I am ambulatory, although I seem to have developed a skin condition.

And I can smell your spicy brains.

Please don't panic if you see me coming. It's just your friend, Nate. And certainly don't be alarmed when I bash your skull in and scoop out your gray matter. It's just my new thing and I hope you support it.

I don't figure you'll have much choice soon anyway.