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You'll find a lone nutter
sitting in a chair with a pound of butter stuck in her hair. Now, this lone nutter has a job and pays her way and apart from her stutter she is normal, you might say. Even though she may look fine in her body and in her head there's one disagreeing sign and that is that she's dead. This lone nutter wanted to survive so she got a stutter and acts like she's alive. She tripped while she was cooking hence the butter in her hair and since she wasn't looking didn't see the kitten there. If you point out her disability she simply says; "I don't mind it gives me great tranquility, before I was confined." Now that she's started to rot and can't help it if she drools they fired her on the spot due to health and safety rules. Today, the lone nutter explains she has got a better career as a zombie eating brains although it's as a volunteer. So, next time you are about to say anything bad of zombies at-a-loss, take a couple of seconds to think, if you lost your job and began to stink, wouldn't you be just as cross?
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