Zombie Radio Show

If corporations are people,than it follows that some corporations are zombies. And if a corporation is hungry for brains– man, that’s a lot of brains!

Heyyy, Jazz Fans! It’s your old pal, Jimmy Rudolph here. We’ve been through some tough times together… well, you’ve been through some tough times. I have an intern to go through some tough times for me. It’s been a full year of Zombie Radio Show! We’ve seen friends die, we’ve seen enemies die, we’ve seen friends and enemies un-die, and somehow when that happens, they’re all our enemies, and J-Bo turns them into enemy chunks. And that pretty well sums it up.

But of all the strange things we’ve seen, we never thought we’d see the end of Trocador. This is huge, folks! Trocador has been our source for all the zombie products we’ve come to enjoy and rely on for our survival. Of course, it turns out that they were also the source for all the zombies. I guess they just went too far. See how it all shakes out in this week’s episode of Zombie Radio Show Ep. 53! Click on the thumbnail below!

Some folks may say that Trocador is an evil corporation. Actually, that was me. But in the Post-Zombie-Apocalypse era, things are no longer black and white. They’re shades of grey, with a green tint and bright red around the mouth. Sure, creating the Bar Code Zombies was a disaster for New York City, and sure their attempts to profit off of the destruction of the Big Apple might seem craven to some. But what you and I and every other sane person might call evil, could also be considered as being proactive. How can they sell lots of zombie products if there are no zombies? It’s physics, folks. You have to have a market before you can sell to it. Besides, if corporations are people, then they’re imperfect. And if they’re zombie people, lurching around aimlessly through the mean streets of Chapter Eleven, then they’re a hazard to others and should be put down.

But I’m certain we’ve learned our lesson, Jazz Fans. I’m sure we’ll keep a closer eye on future evil corporations, and make sure that they’re acting in our best interests, as well as the best interests of their own bottom line. I’m sure our next sponsor will be different. To find out who our next sponsor will be, you can listen to the “radio only” version of Zombie Radio Show by clicking below.

Click Here to Listen to Zombie Radio Show Ep. 52

Ah, fans, I can’t believe it’s been a year. And what a year! Zombie New Year’s Eve, Zombie Christmas, and who could forget Zombie Arbor Day? Let’s hope next year brings us fewer zombies, greater peace, better sex, more cuddling, and less litigation. Take care, and keep coming back for more.Don’t forget to subscribe to us on The Tube of You, like us on The Book of Face and follow us on the Ter of Twit!

"WZMB Zombie Radio Show-- Not Undead, but Live!"

The greatest Zombie Killer of all time has come home! J-Bo is back! Yes, Jazz Fans, it’s your pal Jimmy Rudolph, and if you’re like me, you’ve noticed something missing from WZMB the last few weeks– a certain lack of blood, a lightness unblotted by shadow, positive ions in the air. But kiss all that goodbye, folks, because J-Bo is back! Jimmy Rudolph’s Gal Doomsday has returned, her tongue and her machete sharper than ever! To hear this heart-warming reunion episode, just click below!

Some of you may ask– what about Melissa? Well, I can’t exactly put her out on the street, can I, Jazz Fans? No more than you could take a sweet, tiny puppy and leave it out in the rain– especially if you’ve totally had sex with that puppy. It just wouldn’t be moral. I’m certain that she and J-Bo will be perfectly happy sharing that tiny sound booth. J-Bo should be used to sharing tight quarters after her stint in the stir, and I can’t see the sweet Melissa minding rubbing elbows with the famous Jamie Bogart. Sure, they have opposite temperaments; sure, J-Bo’s a short, spikey brunette, while Mel’s a statuesque blonde; sure, Mel’s skin is sun-kissed bronze with fine down leaving nimbus patterns across her forearms and down the nape of her neck, while J-Bo’s pale, almost translucent flesh glows with the fiery blood that courses through her; sure, J-Bo’s brief smiles hint at secret pains and pleasures, piercing her cheek like a twisted dagger, while Mel’s soft full playful pout– I’m sorry, I forgot the point I was trying to make. Just, I want to see the two of them together, in an enclosed space, with glass walls– and so do you, fans. And so do you.

But this is radio, so you’re just going to have to listen to the whole thing. For a radio only version, click below;

Zombie Killer Come Home! WZMB Zombie Radio Show Ep51 – Girl’s Night Out

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Heyyyy, Jazz Fans! Y’know, sometimes when I’m not too busy pruning by zombie-sized Venus Fly-trap, I pick up a book– usually to put it down, hard, on my zombie-sized Venus Fly-trap. (Turns out “zombie-sized” is no different than “man-sized”. Who knew?)

But this time, I actually read one of those dense, square projectiles, and fans, I was fascinated!

Gerald Dean Rice is a student of the Zombie Apocalypse, and actually claims to have traced the disease back to its source in New York City in his new book “The Zombie Show”! He is a brilliant writer, a good conversationalist, lover of pekineses (thanks, wikipedia!) and very modest about his stellar NFL career.

So what happens when a national treasure like Jimmy Rudolph meets an investigative powerhouse like Gerald Dean Rice? Find out by listening to our one-on-one interview below!

Jimmy Rudolph Interviews Gerald Dean Rice 2012

Jimmy loves him some mic!

Gerald Dean Rice, author of “The Zombie Show”.

Gerald Dean Rice is a prolific writer. In addition to “The Zombie Show” he has written other zombie tell-alls such as “Flesh Bags” (see below ). Check him out on Amazon!

I personally found Mr. Rice to be a charming person. He clearly knows his stuff– some of it anyway. He does make some bold inflammatory accusations, and I was a bit put off at first, but my agent tells me it was all said with the best of intentions and will raise my Q score, so all is forgiven. I guess in the world of journalism, you have to be prepared to break a few eggs, and this time the juevos on the chopping block were mine.

But Mr. Rice’s personal magnetism, as well as his tax return (you’re not the only investigator out there, Mr. Rice,) has inspired me to write a book of my own. It will be a ruthless expose of people who write ruthless exposes of the Zombie Apocalypse, and it will clearly show how all those who point the finger at all those who are me are motivated by a selfish need to make a name for themselves by exposing “the truth”, instead of making their names the dignified way– sexual favors.

"Fleshbags" by Gerald Dean Rice