Ages ago, my girlfriend Amy and I were watching a zombie film and she said "You know, there'd be no flowy dresses in the zombie apocalypse." This gave her an idea for a Frownland, which she's been describing to me in detail ever since. Today is her Birthday, so in honor of my fellow cultural pundit, excellent proof reader, and partner in life and crime, here it is - Amy's 'Pus Fuck Frownland'. Happy Birthday honey, you make Zombies worth drawing.
