This week’s new comic sparked some debate: Are pants inherently more funny than shirts?
This week’s comic is a journey into the paranormal.
This week’s comic doesn’t blame you. It blames itself.
This week’s comic is another mixed movie poster. A heartwarming tale of a boy, a girl, a horse, and a psychotic lunatic…
This week’s comic is a little bit overprotective.
I spent far too long working on the logo for this week’s comic…
When he gets all steamed up, hear him shout: “Tip me over and pour me out!”
Doing some shopping nn the way home from work we ran across these hideous toys. Somehow they manage to be worse than the ones from my dream, and without using any live bees.
Last Friday’s comic necessitated the purchase of a prop – an actual can of actual Spam™ to be chopped up into little cubes and fed through an hourglass. I asked my Wife to get it while she was out shopping with a friend of ours. My Wife couldn’t find it in the store, so Friend decided to ask an employee. And now I have a little comic scene stuck in my head.
“I’m trying to find the… You know. The Spam™.”
“It’s not for me. It’s for a friend.”
“He’s not going to eat it or anything, it’s for a webcomic.”
I just don’t always hear the same thing everyone else does. This week’s comic isn’t my fault though – blame my wife for this one.