A WONDERFUL COMIC FOR YOU
No, I'm not going to stop making these, so just keep your various pieholes zipped. This is art, dammit! It's not my fault if you Phyllis teens refuse to recognize it. Sure, I could appeal to the lowest common dominator, post stuff that makes sense and whatnot, but that's not where it's at. Your old road is rapidly fading. I'm not going to kowtow to the boozhwa hoi polloi even if it means...no, it doesn't mean anything. There are no consequences. It's just a blog. What was I thinking. I don't stand on principle. I creep on principle on my hands and knees, searching for the place where I can get the fuck off.
Big-ass version here.
Sparky Donatello
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I'm not a teenager - I'm a grown-up now, dammit!
Hmm, Yes. I see you are endeavouring to capture the interconnected but fractured nature of reality...or did you just take reality and fracture it yourself about the kneecaps? The kneecaps of reality, I mean. What other kneecaps are there?
The lady in panel one will know better in the future than to snog a young man with a bow tie. She's acted like a damn fool - perhaps drawn by his rather fine purple suit into thinking the bow tie was ironic - and what's more is she knows it. You can have a sarcastic bow tie, you can have a phlegmatic bow tie but you can never never have an ironic bow tie.
I quite fancy panel # 2 guy, but with panel #4 guy's hat. It's taboo to fall in love with a cartoon, I know. Unnatural. We'd never get around his 2-dimensionalness. Or mine.
When I said "Hmm, yes", up there a wee while ago , what i really meant was "Huh? Yesish?".
I meant it about the bow-tie though.
Well, now. Maybe I should start a cartoon character dating service. I'm sure there are plenty of you gals out there who would just as soon do an end run around the messy realities of real men. And by real men, I don't mean he-men, I just mean real smelly scratching flatulent rude insensitive balding adolescent men.
Is that all that's left??
He-men are rubbish.
Oh the joy !!
Yes, Carol, that's all that's left. There were only three good ones to begin with, and they were snapped up long ago.
i actually know someone by the name of phyllis steen - she probably should have kept her maiden name -