Every time I show up in this strip, I get nailed in the NUTS!
I never know when or how it will happen, but I know it's going to happen! I'm surprised it hasn't ALREADY happened! Maybe, just maybe, this'll be the one comic where I DON't get nailed in the nuts..
Y'know.. Since the world's going to be coming to an end in 30 days, we're going to be down in this bunker for a LONG time...
Just the TWO of us... ALONE... SOLE survivors! What could we possibly DO to pass the time?
Well, for starters... We could re-upholster the couch. Then, paint these walls a much brighter, happier color. After that, we can work on your split-ends, 'cuz girlfriend...DAMN!
Oh, GREAT! I'm spending the rest of my days with the last man on Earth who turns out to be Pepe la FAGGOT!
"I just cannot believe you are even alive. Your comics are the lamest. Please die and quit wasting my fucking time with your moronic, inane shit...
"You probably think you are really creative. Do you show this drivel to your friends? Are they pathetic like you?
The dialogue for the pile of shit in this comic is a word-for-word transcription of a real PM from a stripper by the name of "MrPersonality". Having a pile of shit play his part seemed appropriate.
Did your mother drop you on your head when you were a baby?
I'm killing all the peoples of the world (except the Natives Americans) and destroying all buildings to bring Earth back to the pristine condition it was when we left it a million years ago!
What about the Indian casinos?
Well... I WAS going to leave those intact until I dropped THREE GRAND in Pechanga last week!