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VEGAN ZOMBIES

After giving me a honey-I'm-home kiss yesterday, Kevin exclaimed, "wow, you have really cold lips."

I replied, "Well, I forgot to mention, but one of the things I did today was turn into a Zombie."

His eyebrows raised and a smirk on his face, he retorted, "I sure hope you don't eat me."

Me: "Don't worry, I'm a vegan zombie."

Kevin: "A vegan zombie? What does that mean?"

Me: "I eat the same foods you eat, you know... regular food."

Kevin: "So no change at all then?"
Me: "Except for the fact that I'm a zombie."

But now I'm curious, folks, I've given my interpretation--but now I want to know, what does "Vegan Zombie" mean to you? Please note your thoughts in the comments section! 

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  1. SaraOctober 9, 2018 at 11:21 PM

    They eat plants and only plants and shun any zombie who thinks of touching flesh. And they have to worry about not getting enough protein. Actually, I'm beginning to wonder if the person who made "Plants vs. Zombies" knew a vegan zombie. Did I ever tell you about my sort-of-Aztec-vampires?

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    1. Mikayla JohnsonOctober 10, 2018 at 7:24 PM

      Plants vs. Zombies, there's a blast from the past! I'm afraid I've never heard of your sort-of-Aztec Vampires, text me to tell me about it!

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