Saturday, April 26, 2008

Louis George Romero.

"Teething," my tuchus.

He's a zombie infant acquiring his taste for human flesh. That's the only logical explanation for the ravenous gnawing.

It starts with my thumb, but it will end in my cerebellum.

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