tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808596250801819029.post1009730217820752861..comments2023-10-29T10:12:23.088+00:00Comments on ...The Slightly Eccentric Diary of Rob Z Tobor...: Diaries and Jannugras the Micro God of Autumnal Events.Rob Z Toborhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03570498194207996145noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808596250801819029.post-4265239590191236442013-09-30T07:32:20.525+01:002013-09-30T07:32:20.525+01:00Perhaps the chicken was a zombie that had been tar...Perhaps the chicken was a zombie that had been tarred and feathered.Adam Lloydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15404990952302454770noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808596250801819029.post-21051340885121977752013-09-29T11:27:09.652+01:002013-09-29T11:27:09.652+01:00You are right about the eyes. I wonder if Kentucky...You are right about the eyes. I wonder if Kentucky Fried Zombie would sell well..Rob Z Toborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03570498194207996145noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8808596250801819029.post-42425542875943403752013-09-29T09:43:55.908+01:002013-09-29T09:43:55.908+01:00I'm constantly walking around thinking chicken...I'm constantly walking around thinking chickens are zombies, so I feel his pain. I don't know what it is about them, I think it's the eyes...Laura Clipsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748489198957473503noreply@blogger.com