In case you were wondering why I’ll never sleep again, it is not because of Prometheus, but instead it is because of the zombie Theodor Herzl who is currently lounging on my sofa.
If this wasn’t the most bizarre school project, I have no idea what might be.
He is made out of yarn and button-eyes and stuffed PANTYHOSE.
You know, like the old dude says to H.I. “Son! You got a panty on your head!”
I hope zombie Theodor Herzl doesn’t eat my brains or steal Huggies. Either way, I’m probably going to watch Zombieland this morning and brush up on my cardio, in case I need to make a run for it.
And hope that he does a good Thriller dance.