It was only a matter of time before the word got out: need help, call the Zombie Help Desk and wait a very long, long time so you can scramble your brains for breakfast while multi-tasking on hold.
Psycatry has existed for as long as we’ve needed it, or since the first felis catus psycatus decided it was time to pitch in and try to save human- and other-kind from themselves. It may be a losing battle but as Dr On Mars says, If you have the tuna, I have the time. So let’s get cracking, shall we, and do a little therapeutic dance together. You never know where it may lead. (With any luck, to edible victuals).
Who doesn’t love a zombie? No, really, who? I try not to watch The Walking Dead but it’s like a train wreck, I cannot look away despite the nightmares and an overwhelming desire to nail the doors and windows shut and enrol in the Katanas for Fun, Pleasure and Self-Defence course at the Martian Club. So anyhoo, tuna brains – anyone tried them lately. No, me neither. Let’s all go out for beer and crackers and some crunchy cheese toast afterwards. Love, Last & All Zombie Associates xox