So here we are at the end of the epic week of the Zom-B-Gone trial. I shall miss Steve, the little skull in my soap. I shall miss our early morning chats as he assisted me in getting clean. Geeky clean. That’s right, not only did I smell nice, became more popular, had my choice of women (I only chose my wife… shhhh…), but I was also free from all pestering of any form or nature by the living dead that shamble on this earth.
Zombies feared me, women loved me and small mammals wanted to be me. I strode on this earth confident that I was, at heart, a nerd. For who else who spend seven days testing a soap with a skull in it, only to get sad the morning that that little skull broke in half.
Tomorrow I start my new soap ‘Barbarian Scrub‘. The real test will be my ability to resist washing myself till the little d20 pops out.
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