12 Days of TCB: Don't Stare At The Red Rocket

1730.317 - 1757.069 Bryan Green

No. Oh, the zombie whores. That's a whole different... I met one of those on Christmas Eve. They met the mirror on the side of my car. To keep the zombie horse out, you must engage in a battle of wits, in rhyme no less, usually on New Year's Eve, where the undead mare is represented by a puppeteer parading a horse skull on a pole draped in a white cloth. Sounds like a ton of fun. I know.