All comics by lumpyandsuspicious

 

Fame... it calls for me.
The godless throngs long for my intellectual embrace. For only I can bring them an experience that combines the brutal, logical honosty of violence with the cycles of mundane thought that IS life...
I'll need backup dancers...
Jesus...

 

The pure fire of thought...
This ravaging blaze of untamed will we call conciousness. How it sears our mind with desire. This desire so decadent... so pure. It can only be described as...
"The Munchies"

 

*scratch scratch* *SNIFF*
Yuck... Alyssa Milano needs to take better care of herself.
I'm leaving...
I'm telling you, making a "Scratch and Sniff" issue of Playboy has not been one of mankind's brightest ideas.

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