Thay Ruddy Great Cussyblog

This is the first comic more about my life than just whatever. This was part of what happened last weekend (mostly Saturday and early morning Sunday) and it is basically a true story no matter what those dicks I wrote it about say. I mean I love those dicks? Whatever. How’s my to-do list today doing?

1. Get haircut
2. Deposit cheque
3. Call Asa
4. Do excercise
5. Do guitar practice
6. Do food thingy
7. Do some cleanup
8. Look up apartments
9. Three t-shirt designs

FAWK. Whoops well what I forgot or missed wasn’t super big? I did SOME cleanup. I spent a big chunk of the day driving out to Cedar Mills with Jason. We went to Game Trader and then Awajima. I bought healthy food there so I guess that sort of applies to doing my food plan, not really. At least I wrote some comics about today, which I guess you’ll see in like a month when I actually get through the comics I have written.

Love,

Captain Cussy Pants.

I guess only me and Sarah think this panel is funny, but we think it’s hilarious.

I totally forgot what I was going to write for this entry, and I’ll say it’s because my bowling tonight was hideously inconsistent. The truth is I am thinking of all the nubiles in Jason’s building, perhaps on this floor. Me without my Staff of Fuckstickery. (+3 to hit? Please like this joke.)

Whoops I forgot to update yesterday. So I’ll do four comic posts today, and extra commentary. This panel is something I actually say pretty often. Like just now, having gotten back from the dentist, upon the realisation that my bite is off and I need to go back to get this filling adjusted. Next update when I get back!

Although this isn’t exactly what Sarah said at the time, it’s probably more accurate, and I’m assuming this is what she meant. She must be some crazy sort of psychic if she could figure out this crucial fact when she’d been introduced to the people she was talking to not twenty four hours ago.

I must point out that now I am doing two days of three posts. (This is day two.)

 It’s not important, in this panel, who Miller’s talking to (Mike), or talking about (you don’t know her), or even why (I’m still not sure). What is important? I’m determined to catch up here. Determined.

I have had people making these kinds of comparisons forever. People are dicks.

This is the comic you have been waiting for.