Priors sure are a bitch.

Well, folks, I'm gonna be unable to keep up with my regular schedule for comic updates (which, oddly enough, i was gonna start this week) since I'm moving Wednesday, and will be pretty busy all through the weekend, leading up to a music gig and a new job. So, come next week, there will be much blogging, and much comic regularity. But, for the time being, here's today's offering:



Shit, I gotcha, brotha. I know how it is when you're on the run.

Well, at least he's got something to do.

Something tells me that this guy kinda likes chicken. Actually, he probably loves it. He is a huge racial stereotype from a children's book, after all.

A Bashful Propostion, or something

So, I'm kind of a fan of literature. Especially when it comes to really, really weird stuff. "I Have No Mouth, And I Must Scream" is a pretty good example of what I mean. Or any of Steven King's stuff tends to be pure enjoyment for me. Something about sitting down, being away from the world, and reading about men transformed into monkeys with huge genitals and killer cars just has a weird appeal to me. And, apparently, it does so for our Child today: Well, that's probably because that books about eating babies. Babies are pretty tasty.

I could never draw that art academy turtle.

Did anyone out there ever take that Art Academy test? I remember seeing those fucking commercials everywhere. Nowadays, instead of nicely drawn turtles, the only commercials you see are for cleaning products and college girls with no moral fiber. Well, if I ever had another crack at that turtle today, I bet I'd still do shitty: This is why I color things. I apparently can't draw as well as a 7-year-old.

Seriously, does this even need a joke?

AAAAHHHHH!!!! Homework, friends, crippiling anxiety. The normal routine, but, it's too much for me to care about a comic today. Here's a page that doesn't really need a joke attatched; just read the bottom: