On a particularly sexy Thurdsay evening, I’m reminded of my sexy morning ejecting sexy fluids from my stomach into the decidedly unsexy toilet at my work. Vomit day!
If you haven’t thought about it yet, go get your butt to Miller’s show. Mike and Zach are parts of it to! It’s at Towne Lounge, on 20th and the South side of Burnside. Get thee there with 5 coin of ye realm and thine clock to eight thirty!
I don’t know where I was going with this one. Or maybe I do?
Miller’s hip hop outfit (the one I’m not part of) is playing a gig supporting Wombstretcha this Thursday, so if you’re in the area, I insist you attend. If you’re there and you come find me, I will first try to hit on you if you’re a girl, and then, if you survive that, you can get a free, handmade comic/panel, on the spot. That is how much support I have for their music.
Note also that Miller’s website is down (and has been), which I sometimes tell myself is a sign that he’s busy installing the back end widgets/whatevers I asked for.
This comic continues the long history of reminding the populace of the important natural rivalries.
I have to thank Zach for being near enough to me when he came up with this idea that I could steal it inspiring me to write this comic with his freestylery. Okay so I only wrote like half of it. What the fuck did you do today?
Miller says Sarah is visiting him soon so I’m hoping she’ll do another barrel roll. Anybody who is willing to let me draw them doing a barrel roll should comment this very instant.
P.S.: Last comic involving the word “boner” for a while – I hope.
This is what happens when some of my friends drink and also why most of my friends often resolve to drink less. Alternate hover caption: other things that end with boners include the conversational part of our relationship.
This Friday I think I shall have a long work day ahead of me and won’t be able to update until at least 20.30, which is okay, because it’s earlier than, say, 22.30. I plan to process ahead for next week and post in the mornings, roughly 07.30 PST. I think I seriously need to get out Friday and Saturday night or I’m going to hit somebody endeared to me with a frying pan.
Okay so this panel comic? It is really something that had to be said.
I am tired tonight and don’t feel like going out which clearly means I must go out.
I had a hilariously enjoyable weekend, and today I started my new job. I am expecting more hilarious weekends in the future so don’t let me down everybody (don’t do it!). I guess I should probably have drawn something about it?
Miller and I have been trying to streamline our dual understandings of terms we’ll never fucking ever use in a conversation. And then I drew it.










