I wasn't sure whether to post this in Stripcreator Cliches or CC 165. So I compromised.

Apologies to the Good Doctor (1) by kaufman 1-16-03

Now the Nail-headed Stickmen had foreheads with nails. The plain-headed stickmen had none upon thails. The nails weren't so big; they were really quite small. You would think such a thing wouldn't matter at all. But because they had nails, all the Nail-headed Stickmen ... Would brag: We're the best kind of Stick in the thick fen.

(2) by kaufman 1-16-03

With their snoots in the air, they would sniff and they'd snort: We'll have nothing to do with the plain-headed sort. And whenever they met some, when they were out walking, they'd hike right on past them without even talking. When the Nail-headed children played with dogonball, could the Plain-heads join in their game? Not at all! You could only play ball if your head had a nail, And the Plain-headed children had none upon thail.

(3) by kaufman 1-16-03

When the Nail-headed Stickmen had frankfurter roasts, or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts, they never invited the Plain-headed Stickmen. Left them out cold in the dark of the thick fen. Kept them away; never let them come near, and that's how they treated them year after year. Then one day, it seems, while the Plain-headed Stickmen ... Were moping, just moping alone in the thick fen, sitting there, wishing their foreheads had nails, up zipped a stranger with the strangest of tails!

(4) by kaufman 1-16-03

"My friends," he announced, You are truly in luck. My naem is Sylvester McMonkey McFuck. I've heard of yo'ure troubles; I've heard your unhappy. But I can fix that; I'm the rap-it-up chappie. I've come here to help you; I have what you need. My prices are low, and I work with great speed, and my work is one hundred per cent guaranteed.

(5) by kaufman 1-16-03

Then quickly, Sylvester McMonkey McFuck put together a very peculiar space truck. Then he said: You wanna be naled like a Nale-hedded Stick? My friends, I will nale you . . . . for five dollah a pick. "Just hand me your money and climb on aboard." They clambered inside and the strange fellow hoared. He bonked. He clonked. He jerked. He berked. He bopped them around, but the thing really worked.

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I have to tell you, I was refreshing the whole time this series unfolded.

Brilliant. I will be stalking you now. Proceed.

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dcomposed:11-06-05: If I was a viking invading your village, you'd be the first to get raped.
Crabby: 10/5/06: i would love to feed you fresh fruit while bathing you.

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The what mentioned above is total fiction. Please don't take it seriously!

I like what I read
I like what I see
good work mr kaufman
a fine strip-creator are ye

better stop this now before I go mad :)

you want to be mad? Then be mad, I say
cuz right now I'm fucking your mom in the hay.

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You did my mom?
well that is alright
cos I shagged your mom
up the ass, all last night
She was cautious at first
and wouldn't let me fist her
but blow jobs she gave
were better than your sister

You fucked my mom? That's fine with me.
Just don't cry to us when it burns when you pee.

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Welcome to Bohemia. Population: a lot Cash flow: a little

Good job. Dr. Seuss turned three whole revolutions in his grave over this adaptation. :)

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kaufman, you genius...!

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Please replace the handset, and try again.