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Welcome, fellow zombie fanatics, to THE DRUNKEN ZOMBIES PODCAST! Get ready for your daily dose of the delightfully macabre, where we dig up the most bizarre and brain-tickling tales from the shadowy corners of the undead world! Today's story? It's a real scream... and maybe a little bit lazy!
Buckle up, because you won't believe the shambolic shenanigans of Mortimer Slinks, the necromancer who makes "Netflix and chill" look like an Olympic sport! This ain't your typical zombie apocalypse, folks. Mortimer is allergic to sunlight and any form of unnecessary effort, so naturally, he's outsourced his errands to his undead butler, Horace. Grocery shopping? Forget about it! Why bother walking when you can send a reanimated corpse stumbling down the aisles with a shopping list?
But hold your horses (or your severed limbs)! Horace's little trips to the local market don't exactly go smoothly. Picture this: a zombie in a tattered shirt, leaving a trail of destruction, including a rather generous splattering of marinara sauce! And the snacks! Oh, the horror! This undead errand boy has a serious weakness for sausage rolls and cookies.
Enter Agnes Grumbleton, the neighbour with senses sharper than a zombie's rotting teeth. This woman can spot a rogue reanimated shopper from a mile away, and she's convinced Mortimer is in league with all things infernal. Her shrieks alone could wake the dead (again)!
Just when Mortimer thinks his life can't get any more inconvenient, along comes Lilith, a young necromancer with actual ambition and a serious case of disappointment in Mortimer's couch-bound ways. The Necromantic Council has caught wind of Mortimer's… unconventional methods, and Lilith is there to whip him into shape. Expect hilarious attempts at zombie choreography and the invention of the world's first undead "snack butler" – a severed arm that fetches biscuits!
Will Mortimer ever escape the clutches of Agnes’ accusations? Can he impress the stuffy Council investigator who shows up with a serious case of disapproval? And what about the mysterious figure lurking in the shadows? Get ready for a tale of laziness taken to the extreme, where the biggest threat might not be the zombies themselves, but a very unimpressed neighbour and the sheer awkwardness of explaining your undead butler’s snack habits! You absolutely HAVE to hear how this chaotic comedy of errors unfolds!
By ADDICTIVE ZOMBIE ADVENTURESWelcome, fellow zombie fanatics, to THE DRUNKEN ZOMBIES PODCAST! Get ready for your daily dose of the delightfully macabre, where we dig up the most bizarre and brain-tickling tales from the shadowy corners of the undead world! Today's story? It's a real scream... and maybe a little bit lazy!
Buckle up, because you won't believe the shambolic shenanigans of Mortimer Slinks, the necromancer who makes "Netflix and chill" look like an Olympic sport! This ain't your typical zombie apocalypse, folks. Mortimer is allergic to sunlight and any form of unnecessary effort, so naturally, he's outsourced his errands to his undead butler, Horace. Grocery shopping? Forget about it! Why bother walking when you can send a reanimated corpse stumbling down the aisles with a shopping list?
But hold your horses (or your severed limbs)! Horace's little trips to the local market don't exactly go smoothly. Picture this: a zombie in a tattered shirt, leaving a trail of destruction, including a rather generous splattering of marinara sauce! And the snacks! Oh, the horror! This undead errand boy has a serious weakness for sausage rolls and cookies.
Enter Agnes Grumbleton, the neighbour with senses sharper than a zombie's rotting teeth. This woman can spot a rogue reanimated shopper from a mile away, and she's convinced Mortimer is in league with all things infernal. Her shrieks alone could wake the dead (again)!
Just when Mortimer thinks his life can't get any more inconvenient, along comes Lilith, a young necromancer with actual ambition and a serious case of disappointment in Mortimer's couch-bound ways. The Necromantic Council has caught wind of Mortimer's… unconventional methods, and Lilith is there to whip him into shape. Expect hilarious attempts at zombie choreography and the invention of the world's first undead "snack butler" – a severed arm that fetches biscuits!
Will Mortimer ever escape the clutches of Agnes’ accusations? Can he impress the stuffy Council investigator who shows up with a serious case of disapproval? And what about the mysterious figure lurking in the shadows? Get ready for a tale of laziness taken to the extreme, where the biggest threat might not be the zombies themselves, but a very unimpressed neighbour and the sheer awkwardness of explaining your undead butler’s snack habits! You absolutely HAVE to hear how this chaotic comedy of errors unfolds!