Berti Walker, you dirty bird. Dirty Berti. I’ll be honest, this book is wrong on a lot of levels, but Berti’s delivery is pretty hilarious. I wasn’t quite sure where she would take me on this little trip, but by the end she had me laughing out loud (literally). I wasn’t all that thrilled at the thought of zombie erotica (or lets be frank – necrophilia) but as I read through the piece, I found it to be more of a social commentary, heavily laced with satire. I could tell Berti was having fun, and probably at my expense. She was fucking with me.
Fuckin’ Berti. Bravo.
Anyway, lets roll that beautiful bean footage!