Right here and now I would like to say that I fuck like a tornado of dicks. I am saying this not only because it is true, but also because I believe that, based on the top Google searches sending people here, that is the kind of slapped-together language and off the cuff remark that is most expected of me. Good day.
A good week in Cussy comics, with efforts made and failures attained. With the new arrangement working out wonderfully these past three or four weeks, I am currently considering committing to a more frequent update schedule. So tell your friends, but if you’re reading this maybe you don’t have many friends, in which case you really should, you are a great individual and your smile is pretty good too.
Finally I am comfortably in the area where I don’t have to care about any holidays or birthdays for a while. I have a tendancy to flip out about this stuff and procrastinate holiday responsibilities, so with my mum’s birthday over and done with, I can breathe a sigh of a relief.
To celebrate here is a comic about sexy fun. It is pretty real-life and anatomically accurate, however decorum insists I leave out squishy sound effects.
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.
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.
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.)










