Yeah, I know, I've owed you a World's Worst contest for an eon or two, but you see, I was sitting on the toilet and my gluteus got fused for a couple months, and ...
No, that's not it. I just wasn't very inspired. Until I wrote this comic today:
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| Mr. Shatner, you just sold your kidney stone to a casino for $25,000. Don't you think that's a little too much? | |
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| Not at all, considering it was in me for 40 years. | |
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| 40 years? You're telling me you had that thing inside you for four decades? | |
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| Of course! Why do you think I sounded the way I did all the way back to Star Trek? | |
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| You think I was hamming it up or something? I was in pain! Excruciating pain! | |
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And then I said to myself, there's an idea for WW 42. As my first paragraph alluded, we're going to play:
World's Worst Case of "Too Much Information"
Special possible bonus: We're getting very close to Comic 333333; might it be yours?
I'll judge whenever I can extricate myself from this seat.
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