Comments by "Southernburrito" (@Southernburrito) on "Lori Vallow Daybell: In Her Own Words" video.

  1. I got this funny story that I didn’t want to share with this platform & anyone who may read me because it adds to the bizarreness of some of my personal experiences. I have a Zombie story, sorta. So if you’re familiar with any of posts on the bizarre I describe up close UFO encounters that led to social complications within a small community. Well in my quest to reconfigure the boundaries of reality post, I began searching up everything about UFOs, aliens & the paranormal online. One day somehow the narrative shifted from ufos towards religion & Haides which made its way to the dead rising from the grave & Zombies. Quick side note: prior to the ufo incidents I had this dream about space women in these skin tight onsies & this little alien dude trying to make introduction. Post ufo incident during my online search I found a Fox News video with a sketch artist Rob McDonald I believe, who’s depiction were SHOCKINGLY accurate. So now I’m all in with naïveté on my online search, & I’m brain washing the sh@t out of my reality trying to filter & connect the dots on all this BS. I must’ve spent hours studying Zombie crap, but idk.? I stop, go outside on the patio rounding the corner of the house where a main traffic road is when I look in Javier’s front yard. Right in the middle of his huge lawn, away from the sidewalk/road is this woman bent over at the waste 90 degrees walking with her arms thrusted stiffly backwards straight up into the air while she’s taking these slow methodical zombie like steps forward with her head twisting around like a birds. I’m paused long & hard looking “WTF” 😳! I look directly up at a clear blue sky & shake my head NO like Chunk from Goonies thinking, we don’t want this UFO Jesus! I look back over at the lady when suddenly her aviation skills falter & she does a face first header into the grass. I’m like wtf do I do? I begin swiftly walking saying, MISS? Jogging to running, MISS?!? I get over her & she’s repeatedly gyrating flailing her arms like a damn zombie would. I say in an bizarrely alarmed voice because I 1/2 think this b@tch might be a zombie, “Miss are you okay? I reach my left hand to lift her left shoulder up/back while I simultaneously cock back my right fist for the moment of truth. I’m thinking if that iris is white & dead looking & she tries biting me she’s getting one from the money maker! I pull her left shoulder up repeating MISS??? When I suddenly see these blood shot bright blue peepers with a grass eating smile saying gently & drunkenly, “I’m fine, I’m fine.” Mid day, drunker then a skunk! I helped her up, walked her around the corner store for about 1/2 a block before she turned to look at me with surprise, shock & embarrassment realizing a younger man she didn’t know was helping her. She straightened up & adamantly stated that she could take things alone from here. That’s where the red haired blue eyed zombie & myself parted ways. End of story & end of investigation into zombies. Case closed for now, but never sealed due to the findings inside the Bible & the Taurus constellation ♉️ & then the Florida Zombie incident too... Right my Jesus 🧄✝️?
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