Spread the infection. Adopt A Sock Zombie!
Several zombies have been caught, caged, and subjected to intensive behavior therapy. They may (or may not)
be safe to come home with you. Your zombie will arrive in a body bag complete with its reanimation story. A
thirty dollar charge (plus 5 dollars shipping and handling) will cover the costs of their care and medical
treatment. Adopt a sock zombie today, you may not live to regret it.
be safe to come home with you. Your zombie will arrive in a body bag complete with its reanimation story. A
thirty dollar charge (plus 5 dollars shipping and handling) will cover the costs of their care and medical
treatment. Adopt a sock zombie today, you may not live to regret it.
Sock Zombies may also be purchased at the Wandering Turtle Art Gallery in Bloomington, IN.
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It was a beautiful day at the shore
and Oscar was looking forward to
lying in the sun and playing beach
volleyball. He slathered on
sunscreen to protect his fair skin
and scouted out a game. As the
play progressed, he noticed his
team slowing down and beginning
to look downright haggard. When
the blocker was hit and went
down, Oscar ran over to help. His
teammate came up hungry and
Oscar escaped, but not without a
bite. Now the team is playing
brain ball.
and Oscar was looking forward to
lying in the sun and playing beach
volleyball. He slathered on
sunscreen to protect his fair skin
and scouted out a game. As the
play progressed, he noticed his
team slowing down and beginning
to look downright haggard. When
the blocker was hit and went
down, Oscar ran over to help. His
teammate came up hungry and
Oscar escaped, but not without a
bite. Now the team is playing
brain ball.
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Zombie experts will inform you that
mummies are not zombies. Tell that to
Ka Akh. Once a noble in the Fifth
Dynasty in Egypt, his afterlife was to
be brilliant. His tomb was filled with a
multitude of riches, and many servants
were at hand to fulfill his every need.
But the priests made a crucial error.
They didn't perform the ritual to
remove his brain. Now, thousands of
years later, he's awake and hungry.
mummies are not zombies. Tell that to
Ka Akh. Once a noble in the Fifth
Dynasty in Egypt, his afterlife was to
be brilliant. His tomb was filled with a
multitude of riches, and many servants
were at hand to fulfill his every need.
But the priests made a crucial error.
They didn't perform the ritual to
remove his brain. Now, thousands of
years later, he's awake and hungry.
SOLD
Always a bridesmaid, never a bride…
Stephanie couldn’t believe she was walking
down another aisle in another horrible
dress. This was her punishment for being in
a sorority in college. And her current
groomsman was surely the worst of the lot,
he was sweating profusely and his eyes
were bloodshot. Clearly he had enjoyed
himself a little too much at the bachelor
party. When he passed out on the way to
the altar, she thought things couldn’t get
any worse. That was before he woke up.
Stephanie doesn’t want to catch the bride’s
bouquet any more, now she only wants to
catch some fresh brrrraaaaaiinnnss.
Stephanie couldn’t believe she was walking
down another aisle in another horrible
dress. This was her punishment for being in
a sorority in college. And her current
groomsman was surely the worst of the lot,
he was sweating profusely and his eyes
were bloodshot. Clearly he had enjoyed
himself a little too much at the bachelor
party. When he passed out on the way to
the altar, she thought things couldn’t get
any worse. That was before he woke up.
Stephanie doesn’t want to catch the bride’s
bouquet any more, now she only wants to
catch some fresh brrrraaaaaiinnnss.
SOLD
Bruce loved Taekwondo. Every
Saturday he sparred with the others in
his class and looked forward to the
day he would finally wear a black belt.
When he arrived early to class that
fateful Saturday morning, he found the
studio empty. Seeing a black belt
hanging in the office, he couldn’t resist
trying it on. While he stared at himself
in the mirror, his instructor slowly
shuffled up from behind. Bruce no
longer practices martial arts, now he
practices the art of eating braaaiiinnss.
Saturday he sparred with the others in
his class and looked forward to the
day he would finally wear a black belt.
When he arrived early to class that
fateful Saturday morning, he found the
studio empty. Seeing a black belt
hanging in the office, he couldn’t resist
trying it on. While he stared at himself
in the mirror, his instructor slowly
shuffled up from behind. Bruce no
longer practices martial arts, now he
practices the art of eating braaaiiinnss.
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Marge loved to sell cosmetics. Every morning,
after her two girls were on the school bus, she
would get in her Toyota and drive to a new
neighborhood to make more women beautiful.
On the first Saturday in October, Marge made
her last house call. Sandra had scheduled a
facial, and she really needed it. She looked
ghastly. Marge set to work while Sandra lay
limply in the chair. But when began the
exfoliation, she was shocked to see large
swaths of Sandra’s skin slide off into her hands.
She jumped back, but it was too late. Sandra
had turned and Marge’s fresh face looked tasty.
Marge still goes door to door, but now she’s
looking for brraaaiinns.
after her two girls were on the school bus, she
would get in her Toyota and drive to a new
neighborhood to make more women beautiful.
On the first Saturday in October, Marge made
her last house call. Sandra had scheduled a
facial, and she really needed it. She looked
ghastly. Marge set to work while Sandra lay
limply in the chair. But when began the
exfoliation, she was shocked to see large
swaths of Sandra’s skin slide off into her hands.
She jumped back, but it was too late. Sandra
had turned and Marge’s fresh face looked tasty.
Marge still goes door to door, but now she’s
looking for brraaaiinns.
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Meredith was the best realtor in Delaware.
She could sell your house in less than a
month, for more than you expected, and find
a newer and better home for your family in a
flash. That morning in a quiet suburb in
Wilmington, she found herself checking her
watch again. She had an appointment and
she didn’t like to wait. She knocked again on
the large colonial she was intending to sell
and this time the door slid right open. She
decided to do her own walk-through, since
her clients were clearly not there. When she
got to the master bedroom, she wasn’t just
surprised by the square footage. She had
found her newly undead clients and they
were hungry. Meredith still doesn’t like to
wait…….for brraaaiinnnss.
She could sell your house in less than a
month, for more than you expected, and find
a newer and better home for your family in a
flash. That morning in a quiet suburb in
Wilmington, she found herself checking her
watch again. She had an appointment and
she didn’t like to wait. She knocked again on
the large colonial she was intending to sell
and this time the door slid right open. She
decided to do her own walk-through, since
her clients were clearly not there. When she
got to the master bedroom, she wasn’t just
surprised by the square footage. She had
found her newly undead clients and they
were hungry. Meredith still doesn’t like to
wait…….for brraaaiinnnss.
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Mr. R treasured his students. He was the
principal at Spencer Elementary School and
by all accounts he was well loved in the
school. Every Friday he taught the gifted
and talented English class. He looked
forward to it all week. That fateful Friday,
he was concerned about one of his best
students. Mary Anne didn’t look well so he
sent her to the school nurse and walked
down after class to see how she was.
When he opened the door he was shocked
by the blood spattered walls. Mary Anne
was waiting for him. Mr. R still treasures his
students, but now he treasures their
brraiiinnnss.
principal at Spencer Elementary School and
by all accounts he was well loved in the
school. Every Friday he taught the gifted
and talented English class. He looked
forward to it all week. That fateful Friday,
he was concerned about one of his best
students. Mary Anne didn’t look well so he
sent her to the school nurse and walked
down after class to see how she was.
When he opened the door he was shocked
by the blood spattered walls. Mary Anne
was waiting for him. Mr. R still treasures his
students, but now he treasures their
brraiiinnnss.
Chris was a local anchor for KDKA TV in
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every year he
went up to Punxsutawney for the
Groundhog Day festivities. That brisk and
windy morning in February, he and his
cameraman were surprised to find the area
deserted. Not only was there no
Punxsutawney Phil, there was no one. After
several minutes, Chris heard the moans. He
turned to see the official Punxsutawney
Groundhog Club shambling toward him with
their top hats and suits askew. While his
cameraman filmed, Chris approached them
to see if they were okay. It was his last
mistake. They fell on him, while the
cameraman fled in terror. Chris found him
later huddled in the newsvan. His brain was
delicious.
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Every year he
went up to Punxsutawney for the
Groundhog Day festivities. That brisk and
windy morning in February, he and his
cameraman were surprised to find the area
deserted. Not only was there no
Punxsutawney Phil, there was no one. After
several minutes, Chris heard the moans. He
turned to see the official Punxsutawney
Groundhog Club shambling toward him with
their top hats and suits askew. While his
cameraman filmed, Chris approached them
to see if they were okay. It was his last
mistake. They fell on him, while the
cameraman fled in terror. Chris found him
later huddled in the newsvan. His brain was
delicious.
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Anne was an excellent dancer. Every
Friday night she would get dressed up
and go to Punk Night at her favorite
bar. In between bands she would sit
outside and have a cigarette with her
friends. When she saw a dirty looking
kid lumbering toward her, she thought
he wanted a light. He didn’t. He
wanted her brain. Now Anne only
dances the zombie shuffle.
Friday night she would get dressed up
and go to Punk Night at her favorite
bar. In between bands she would sit
outside and have a cigarette with her
friends. When she saw a dirty looking
kid lumbering toward her, she thought
he wanted a light. He didn’t. He
wanted her brain. Now Anne only
dances the zombie shuffle.
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