Do you need sunscreen?

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

The highest score comic I ever made here.

[ Posted comic does not exist ]

It's number 1347.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

That was a reference to that dopey song a couple of years ago... And according to 'Baz', it's the most important piece of advice he could offer us.

Wasn't Baz the name of that stupid green robot on Riptide? Or was is Boz? Or was that the guy's name? Anyone else remember that show? Man, what a plot line. Two macho PIs live on a boat somewhere in a marina, next to an even bigger boat filled with swimsuit models. Their comic relief is a Revenge-of-the-Nerds reject with a dorky robot. They fly around in old, crappy helicopter and have contests to see who gets the most broken noses.

Why do I remember all of this?

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Ahh yes....

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

quote:

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And what does god have to do with sci-fi? Welcome to the fuck off, huge, bleeding dichotomy. Please have your ID, passport, and ideology ready.

bunner

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The way this argument was laid out God was pretty much at one end, and science at the other. Science Vs. Theism. The convolutions that the argument and the thread have taken do not change the fact that it's not an actual dichotomy, sure, but, sadly, it also does not preclude you from being a pissy, pedantic, smirking fuck, does it? Now I know why gabe made about 126 strips about how you suck.

*nudge**nudge*
*wink**wink*

I meant God and cheeseburgers.. yeah, that's it.

Silly me. It's so hard to be an irony-proof poser.... *sigh* I just lose track sometimes until somebody like you exposes me to the world with your rapier-like wit.

Yeah... that's it.

bunner

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

di·chot·o·my (d-kt-m)
n., pl. di·chot·o·mies.

Division into two usually contradictory parts or opinions: “the dichotomy of the one and the many” (Louis Auchincloss).
Astronomy. The phase of the moon, Mercury, or Venus when half of the disk is illuminated.
Botany. Branching characterized by successive forking into two approximately equal divisions.

I mean, you do have a point, but you still suck. Ask gabe.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

At least we can all agree that I suck.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

wirthling, bunnerabb and gabe pose in front of their helicopter, the 'Screaming Mimi', shortly before its maiden voyage, which consisted of a short flight up to 8,000 feet, at which point wirthling was tossed out in an attempt to prove bunnerabb's theory that pissy, pedantic, smirking fucks always land on their feet.

Unfortunately, the experiment was an utter failure when the trio learned that in fact pissy, pedantic, smirking fucks gyrate wildly in freefall, shrieking loudly, and impact the ground neck-first.

Regrettable, wirthling sustained extensive damage, as did ObiJo's '77 Gremlin which served as a target.

bunnerabb and gabe proceeded to hover over Jacob's Field in downtown Cleveland and hock loogies on baseball fans.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

I have gained a lot of weight since that photo was taken.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

"Not me. I still look great."

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Now I know what to put on my business cards.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Now I know what to put on my business cards.

I'll waive the usual consultation fee.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

Maybe one of you Photoshop wizards can work up a sample business card for me...

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Ass munchers. I loved that car. Ironically, it also was pink and had a face painted on it. I called it the Asnermobile. It will be missed.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

That first phone number spells 'FUK A DONKEY' if you work it out on a phone keypad.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Awesome.

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

Hey gabe. The manager of the Indians called. Apparently, that little 60' x 100' foot banner of wirthling boning a donkey that we flew over Jacobs field during the game didn't sit too well with the team. You'd think people who get paid millions a year to hit a ball with a stick would have a sense of humour. Anyhoo.... Lay low for a couple of days and keep the chopper stashed in the garage.

bunner

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

[ Posted comic does not exist ]

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

That's the first comic to make me laugh out loud in a while.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Now I just need to find mine. I'm not laughing at anything anymore, my own stuff included. Maybe I've been saturated by the funny and my funny nerves have become desensatized. Maybe I'm just tired of the characters. Or maybe...

*Rips face off* I'M JOHNNYSOKKO!

Ok, I'm actually not, but that was one cool ass dramatic moment. But not funny. Not funny in the least. *sigh*

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

I'm gonna be gone for a week. We're moseying (sauntering? mincing?) down to North Carolina for a little vacation, some visitation of friends, etc. I'll probably wither up and die due to lack of a computer. If Johnny could slap together an interface that worked with wireless-web phones I could still participate.

I know... I'll have someone email the rules to my yahoo account, then I'll email them back my comic in text form and they can make it. ("Panel one-left side:ex.dog 'I told you' facing right, dialogue, "Wirthling is a goat fucker". right side...")

Hmm.... Maybe I do need a vacation.

If I see Bigfoot, I'll let you know. And I'll ask him what the hell he's doing mincing around so far from the pacific northwest.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

I just want to say...you guys rock! Even wirthling the donkey schtupper. I'm sitting here reading an intelligent back and forth of opinions on one of the touchiest subjects known "RELIGION" and it's going on without a bit of flaming.

Well hell, again....everyone is just awesome.

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Women are fisher's of men because we all know.... The small ones you throw back. The medium ones you eat. The large ones you mount.