Must i sell my soul? must i lick your toes? Must i give you my heart on a platter, still beating fresh and warm from my gaping chest hole? Probably not but bitching and whining about it probably helps. ^_~

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Live, live for the air you breath, live for the people you see, live for the days long gone, live for the memories of the good and the bad, live for long conversations with the one you love. Live.

Actually posting the comic would be a good start.

I read them and liked most of them. I think you overuse the hammer in head schtick, but you're new to the site, so that's to be expected. If you stick around and become more comedically sophisticated, you'll throw away the hammer in head jokes and channel your talents into the more refined anal-raping-robot humor.

I particularly liked this one:

[Click to view comic: 'Just when i get everyone's attention.']

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

I'll buy your soul. I'll make you a good deal, too.

I sold him my soul for a pack of gum and hooker, and I haven't had any complaints.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Except that I never got the gum.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

And the hooker was celibate.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

And my celibate hooker wouldn't give me a stick.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Fucking whore.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Whores in general, really.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Anybody got some gum?

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

Sorry, I'm all out of gum, I've got plenty of hookers though.

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Dad was flammable

Then share, dude.

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Absorbed directly through the skin.

You!