Lio by Mark Tatulli for May 29, 2010

She just wasn’t Lio’s type…

Lio’s too young to be interested in pin-up ghouls, but his friends, they’re liking it.

Note the ad for Absolute Undead. I wonder if the local liquor store carries it. Yum.

I guess she just isn’t Lio’s type: alive. The zombie lads may be more interested, though it’s hard to be sure….

Beauty is in the eye (or lack thereof) of the beholder …

I’m with you, Lio.

Nice work!

That’s scary.

So we have proof that he only reads the articles.

Looks like the same pair who drool over all those celebrity mags, too…

Now THAT’S who “Hef” ….at his age, should be dating.

‘Zombie love/ my zombie love/ I need you Ooooo how I need you’

BlueJayRobin, there are two letters missing from your comment. I can’t decide whether they’re ‘ed’ or ‘un.

A boy has to draw the line somewhere.

Can’t we have respect for the dead. They’re for eating, not staring

I see Lio makes a guest appearance in Views of the World today.

( Editorials section )

Wow, look at the ribcage on this one!

Owned by Bury Flint.

An instant classic, one of the all-time best Lio episodes!

Turn-ons: Dead kittens, long shambling walks on the beach, guys with brains…brains…BRAINS!

Turn-offs: Pushy carrion birds (“Hey, I’m still USING that eye!”), shotgun blasts to the head, yuppies.

Motto: ”Live every day as if yesterday was your last!”

Absolute Undead can be found at your local ‘Discount Licker’.

Wrong type of ripe female.

The staple in her navel is probably the only thing keeping her in one piece…

Don’t worry Lio. One day you will be old enough for beer goggles.

”Where does the true beauty lie? Within the heart, not the eye The eye deceives and the eye is blind It is the soul where answers you will find Not to search beyond the skin; a disgrace The beauty within, not upon a face…”

Glaedr the poet must have written this for Lio. To each his own.

And sweet and sweet is their poisoned note, The little snakes of silver throat In mossy skulls who nest and lie, Ever singing “die, oh, die.”

“It writhes—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And over each quivering form In human gore imbued.”

“Now get you to my lady’s chamber and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come. Make her laugh at that.”

Looks like someone said “Take it off” once too often.

It’s nice that no one made a comment about stiffs.

GREAT faces on the zombies! Very funny!