I'm not a puppy person. I haven't been a puppy person since as long as I can remember. The other day, I was thinking about how almost everybody that I currently know of likes puppies and that I don't. But then I caught myself remembering a place that I hadn't thought of in a while that didn't like puppies just as much as me or at least tried its hardest to be entirely ethical about the subject and be supportive of puppy genocide. A place of love, and peace, and tolerance; and no-limits, all-hands-on-deck, rough, tear-inducing... comic-making. Oooh... yisss... dat comiks m8. I remembered you guys and how much I loved spamming the site with mostly mediocre attempts at trying not to be something that stepped outside of the place with no name on 4chan or you know... for lack of an apt description... a hive of super cancer cells in a creature made of cancer cells... cancer.
So, I've decided that I might enjoy a bit of a ride again on the magic doombuggy of awesomeness that is the stripperzipper 5000, whatever that means.
I've been trying to get back into the groove of things over the past few days and I think I'm back to my mediocre self. I've decided to celebrate that fact by making a long-arse strip series about that guy who played a guy in that movie about a guy and won an award for being good at being the guy who played a guy in that movie about a guy and the untold story of how he came to be the guy who was good at winning awards for being good at being a guy who plays a guy in movies about a guy.
So, without further ado, I present to you the first five strips in the series about the guy... you know that guy that I was talking about? Yeah... that one. Here you go:
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Criticism is very much appreciated... especially insults. I love insults. When people call me a faggot I get all warm and tingly inside in a completely non-homosexual way.
