The neighborhood birds all devolved. Now, I'm stuck with a pack of velociraptors is hanging around my bird feeder. I knew I shouldn't have cheaped out on that seed.
I'm an author and artist who just can't get enough of the zombie apocalypse. If you love zombies, this blog is for you. I also write jokes. You may notice one or two of them on the blog.
Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Monday, October 17, 2016
Word's Words #893
I've given up walking. That's right. I'm banking my steps for when I'm older. I figure, that if a person is supposed to walk 10,000 steps a day and I only do 100, I've saved 9900 steps. By the end of the week, I could be up by nearly 70000 steps. At that rate, I'll be walking all over the place when I'm 110 years old.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Ward's Words #891
How many NFL teams are in New York City? None, I know what you’re thinking but they both play in New Jersey.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Ward's Words #989
Every time I forget my camera I have an encounter with a yeti. Never freak 'en fails.
Thursday, October 6, 2016
Ward's Words #988
My dog's so much trouble that I'm considering replacing him with a balloon animal. I just wish I hadn't started collecting pins and needles.
Monday, October 3, 2016
Ward's Words #985
I don't know who was more surprised. My neighbor, who turned on the lights shining on his garden or the three rabbits and I who were eating in said garden’s produce. We quickly scattered into the nearby woods.
Saturday, October 1, 2016
Ward's Words #893
I quit the Black Plague Flagellants reenactment group when I found out they actually hit themselves. I just thought they would just be gassy. Maybe I shouldn’t have assumed they meant flatulence. My first tip was they were missing the telltale brown skid marks on the bottoms of their white robes.
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