Obby got me an ice pack and elevated it. My toe was just bruised. I could wiggle it without pain but if I adjusted my balance suddenly then it hurt like the dickens. I felt like a little old lady hobbling around.
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Our two leading parties have been taking turns slow fucking us for as long as I remember, but we still line up year after year to vote for our favorite sociopath. Drives me up a wall. If I had one wish, I’d wish that every person in the US would have their eyelids taped open once every election season, and be forced to watch the Simpsons Treehouse of Horror episode where Kodos and Kang run for president by body snatching Bill Clinton and Bob Dole.
Then Jen would bonk me on the head and ask why I didn’t wish for a luxury submarine or a donut tree instead.
And she’d be right.
-obby
We’re doing a Kickstarter to try and fund the production and shipping of a Devil Girl plush doll. If we hit our goal, then we might also have other things that we want to make….
This was over the course of about three years. The guy at the door asked if “Ted Williams was home?”. It’s nice to know that they check to make sure that you’re not home first. The guy in the bushes was fun. We had an easter egg hunt for the gun he ditched the next day. Didn’t find it though. Ah, I’m gonna miss the excitement.
Moving forward is good for stress relief, even if you don’t know where you’re going. Obby’s still looking for a job, but this has opened up where the search can lead.
I usually wait until the end of a “story arc” before I start doing cartoons about it. In this case, I have no idea what happens next. I’ll keep you posted, but for now this is all the story that there is to tell.