Monthly Archives: July 2017
That’s right. They walked him out through the back door and bam! The Scaramooch is gone.
I guess they don’t care at all that we may have exhibitions in the works? This was all set to be our next sidebar image:
It’s already obsolete. Not very considerate of our feelings there, General Kelly. But that’s OK, you do whatever needs to be done. Don’t give a thought to the thousands of memes you just obliterated without so much as a heads-up. Not a problem. Big Shot John.
It just so happens we spent a few hours working on this here following comfefic strip…and thanks to your careless timing, it now makes less sense than it did yesterday. I’m posting it – the unfinished work-in-progress – so everyone can see what you just pissed all over. You heartless bastard, you killed my baby!
An honest to goodness Presidential Proclamation…amazing. A tremendous honor from possibly the greatest POTUS ever. My life is complete.
Everyone in my basket-weaving club is going to be so jealous.
It’s fun trying to guess the next dickhead purged from the staff. We think it’d make a great new show.
Not like Arizona, thank God. But still it’s an oven here in the studio/garage. Just like every summer in Texas, yep. We should cool off by Halloween.
Really need some rain though. If anyone knows the dance, we’d be much obliged.
If you are “gender confused” (aka “extra-weird homo”) you are not qualified for military service. No type of mental “confusion” is qualified. Hell, as a ‘community’ you’re about 75% suicidal as it is. That there’s another big ol’ DQ. The military doesn’t recruit people they know are mentally unfit. Your compulsive need to indulge in your sexual transmogrification is completely fine and dandy, you go on and live it up. But making that choice will exclude you from consideration for military service, that’s all. For now.
They didn’t love him this much in 2008. Something’s changed.
People will watch this. Every week we will toss a well-known celebrity leftist into shark infested waters and watch as they are eaten. 2 words: B-52 Stratoratings.