All comics by AnIntellectualMind

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Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the amazing world of An Intellectual Mind. In contrast to most comics on Stripcreator which use low-brow hu-mour aiming at a ...
... non-intellectual readership, mine will focus on class-ic literature, Greek philosophy, high art, religious questions, poetry, political comment, science - in short ...
... everything that sex and drugs and rock'n'roll is all about.

 

I heard that on average people lie up to 200 times a day.
You've got to be joking. Nice tie, by the way.
Oh thank you.
And nice haircut, too.
That's 198 to go.

 

What do you say? Year 2525 would be fine , I guess. I heard there's even a popular song about it.
Let's make it on September 8th, it's Mum's Nativity.
Is that fixed now? Apocalypse is on September 8th, 2525, right?
Right. Just 518 years to go.
What was that, Daddy?
Seems like they have just started without us down there.

 

Adolescents spend too much time on the internet these days. One of the biggest dangers today is a site called Stripcreator.
Making comics without even doing the drawing yourself destroys imagination and leads to lack of responsibility.
Above all young people get hooked easily.
Oh, I know that feeling well.

 

There's no meaning in life.
Two more nails and it's accomplished, I guess.
Ah wait! what if I hit my thumb? That'd probably hurt a lot.

 

Aaaah! What the hell is that?
Hey, you fucking creep! Let go!
Now get the fuck outta here!
Damn bat! Ruining my paintwork!
Hey, it's not my fault I'm blind. Besides, it's me who has to fly to the dentist now.

 

Good evening, Mrs. Humpledinck. Visiting your deceased husband again? Dead sure, you are. Hahaha!
Aren't you afraid? It's late in the evening. I mean, not as late as your husband. Hahaha! Got it?
Go and get him, Geoffrey!
What do you mean, my name's not Geoff. Aaaaah!

 

 

You're sure no one's going to recognise us, Lenny?
Are you kidding? Our disguise is perfect. Let's go through our plan once again.
You mean like poisoning Santa's reindeer and then rob him.
Right.
What are we going to do with all the loot?
What do you mean, loot? We'll just get the beard. That will be the perfect disguise for our next coup.

 

Who are you, sir?
I'm a vision of yours representing your bad conscien-ce, your regrets and unfulfilled wi-shes. I'm your su-perego speaking to you at the moment of your own death.
You're a bit late, can't you see?
So you regret not having me let in earlier?
Can you regret having any regrets at all?
Should I take this personally?

 

Let's start with something easy ...

 

Extra points for the band:

 

Oh no! Farmer Bob is at it again!
You mean like making dirty comics on stripcreator.com again?
Yes, since he got that computer he hasn't fucked any of us, right?
Right.
By the way, his style reminds me of somebody, don't you think?

 

Help! Help!
Let's try again.
I can't reach that fucking doorknob all by myself. A biceps is simply not made for jumping. If only I was a leg! But then, I probably couldn't turn the doorknob, could I?

 

Yes?
Is your household adequately covered by Wolf's Breath Insurance?
I'm not interested. You insurance guys just want to induce a feeling of panic so you can cash in. You're like the Bush administration telling us to be afraid of more terrorist attacks so we vote ...
... for him again. So as long as you can't offer me an insurance covering frustration caused by bad politicians I'm asking you to leave.
That pig sure looks like a terrorist to me. Gotta call the Secret service.

 

Yes?
Is your household adequately covered by Wolf's Breath Insurance?
Oh my God, yet another grown-up man taking fairy-tales literally! There are no things like bad witches, magic mirrors, or wish granting fairies for Christ's sake! Or talking animals ...
So?
... Ah wait! Don't go! How much would the monthly premium be?
Well, it depends. I would suggest full coverage by ...

 

I don't regret becoming a nun, but I wish I knew what a naked man looked like.
Well, ... erm ..., there's something hanging down from his belly. They call it a penis.
Oh really? What is it for?
It makes new life.
Sounds nice. We could definitely need more life in our convent. Do you think a penis could help?
You bet!

 

Butch is tired and Butch is feeling bored.
Butch has been to all the most beautiful places he can think of.
But Butch don't wanna go home yet.

 

Sitting in front of the computer all day makes people lonely.
Not me. I've got lots of online friends from the most exclusive clubs like Republicans for Hillary, Square Moon Society or Ike Turner Fanclub, ...
What else?
Church of Darwin & Marx, Dunno-Where-I-Was-On-September-11th League, 100 Faces Appreciation Society, ...
I love you, Ed.
Misspelling-for-Equal-Rights-for-Dyslexics Movement ... wait, what did you say? Doesn't that make you some kind of weirdo, too?

 

Our new head of department is said to be quite a strange guy. I wonder when he'll turn up here.
There already.
But ... but ... you're ...
...an alien. I can read your mind, I've got an IQ of 565, I know telekinesis and space karate. As your new boss I'll make your life a living hell if you don't cooperate. My name's Mrs.Xyx, by the way.
Aaaaaaaah, the new head of department is a woman!

 

Today's music business is just about the money. In the 1980's artists still had ideas. Pop musicians were real artists.
You mean like Michael Bolton, Glenn Medeiros, Kajagoogoo, Tiffany, Heart, Bananarama and Milli Vanilli?
by AnIntellectualMind, 3-19-08

 

Fuck off, Elliott!
Erm, ... okay.
Come on boy, you're a dragon. You gotta show her who's the boss.
Are you kidding? This is really tough! Man, that girl could work a urinal!
And you couldn't?
No, I'm a reptile. I gotta sit down.

 

Do you really think that a painting made of faeces and depicting exploding pig heads is art?
Sure! It's by an synaesthetic artist who was listening to cheap 80's disco music.
by AnIntellectualMind, 3-22-08

 

Whenever I tell people I'm gonna vote for Hillary, they look at me as if I was saying I like sleeping with dead fish under my pillow.
Want one?
by AnIntellectualMind, 3-22-08

 

Whenever I tell people I like 1980's disco music, they look at me as if I was saying I like having dead cats for breakfast.
Want one?
by AnIntellectualMind, 3-22-08

 

Hmm.
by AnIntellectualMind, 3-26-08

 

And thanks for the tip, sir.
by AnIntellectualMind, 3-27-08

 

Where have you been? I called your office and they said you left earlier today. So don't give me that overtime-bullshit again!
by AnIntellectualMind, 3-27-08

 

John Robinson had the unusual gift of being able to communicate with TV sets.
Repair me, repair me!
He soon became the country's best mechanic ever. Miss Holmes was extremely happy to have her set ...
Replace my picture tube!
... fixed that fast. Needless to say John always did what the television told him to do.
Fuck her, fuck her!

 

Hey, what are you doing here? It's Christmas and I was here first.
Yes, I know. But let's swap places tonight. You know you always get to please the kids and I'm getting sick of the old. Pleeeeeease!
Mmmh, I dunno. Mmmh - okay, but only for tonight.
What am I supposed to do with this stupid video game? I'm almost blind.
My heart hurts a little, but it'll be alright I guess because I'm so young and healthy.

 

I heard Werner Faymann is the new prime minister of Australia.
No, it's Julia Gillard. Faymann is the chancellor of Austria.
Austria, Australia. Isn't that the same?
Are you kidding? That's a flight distance of almost 24 hours.
Pah, I'm sure Russell Crowe could do it in less than 10.
Yeah, he's so much better than any American, isn't he?

 

Let's play catch in that room over there.
Yes, let's.
Say, did you let the cats play in my office again?
I'm sorry, Mr. President.

 

Kinda small, but I think it'll do.
That's okay, your brother's wasn't any larger, too.
Oh, you mean the bed, don't you? well, it can be extended.
Your brother's couldn't very much, by the way.

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