Call 911! Nevermind.

Today, I was walkin down the street minding my own business, when this zombie came out of nowhere, and tried to attack me. I was thinkin, I really have bad luck with these crazy dead people. Well, good thing I always carry a Molotov cocktail with me. 1................ 2................ 3..................... crack. That was a good one. A little too good. I hope nobody thinks somebody that matters is getting hurt. Oh crap here come the fire and the police department. " Sir did you set this man on fire," the police officer said.
"It' just a zombie, " I replied. "
Aw crap we came all the way here for this." He said.
"Yep, I guess you should charge the retard that called," I said.
" That'll work for me," the policeman said.
"Not for me," said someone behind us. It was Kurt Cobain.
"I thought you died." No that was just someone who looked like me." He said.
" Man am I relieved. I thought you were dead."
" Yeah, you just killed one of my actors."
"What?" I said.
"Well I'm tiring to direct a movie about how zombies and humans always fight and how the humans usually succeed. Thank you very much, for burning that man."
" No problem, I do it all the time."
"Hey I'm broke, you're gonna have to pay for that 911 call."
" I still have another Molotov." I said.
" You know what tons of money just appeared in my wallet." Said Kurt.
"Good." I said.
And that's the day Kurt Cobain was rediscovered. THE END