Q.: What do you call the principal at a zombie school?
A.: The headmaster.
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Q.: What is a zombie’s worst nightmare?
A.: The Headless horseman.
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Q.: What is a zombie’s favorite spread on bread?
A.: Head cheese.
Q.: What do you call the principal at a zombie school?
A.: The headmaster.
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Q.: What is a zombie’s worst nightmare?
A.: The Headless horseman.
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Q.: What is a zombie’s favorite spread on bread?
A.: Head cheese.
Filed under Monday morning writing joke
Even young Darth Tater is not immune to the Force known as last-minute Christmas Eve shopping and must venture out into cold and unknown space to find those special spud stuffers for his Mom and Dad.
Filed under Christmas Eve, Photo by author
This is a note to tell you
that Wall Street has taken away
the things I really needed:
my workshop, my reindeer, my sleigh.
I now make my rounds on a jackass;
he’s old and crippled and slow.
So, if you don’t see me come Christmas,
I’ll be out on my ass in the snow.
[Editor’s note: original appeared in Dec. 2012, but brought back because it still applies. And because I can.]
Filed under cartoon by author, Christmas, poetry, Santa Claus, satire