Spiderman boxers? What do the dork shorts have to do with this?
It's simple. I'm still wearing the same clothes, and my boxers aren't all. . .you know, then that means I didn't have sex last night. With anybody, much less the stripper. I'm not a total fuck up.
True, but she's still furious. You didn't pee in her mouth or something, right?
Jesus, I hope not. Something's still wrong though. Where the hell did the stripper go?
No, you know what? You don't get to be angry right now, because I am.
That doesn't make any sense.
It doesn't have to. I've been killing myself trying to figure this out, and you're pissed because I inconvenienced you? This time I get to be the one to walk away angry, and I get the last word.
We here at The Corner have just realized that our 69th comic just went up. . .and we didn't make the joke.
I figure in the grand scheme of things that's an anniversary of sometime or at least an excuse to make an appeal for play.
If nothing else, we should have gone for the dick joke. Sure the other strip was funny, and perhaps a bit insightful, but you kids really want dick jokes, right?
Admit it, the low brow is great, and really you like it waaay more than our personal insights. . . if you really cared about us, you'd send money. Beer Money.
Seems a fair trade to me. Because after a few beers, our dick jokes can last all night long, right Mike?
Dude, i've never burned a cd at 24x before. . . I hope my crotch doesn't catch fire. These fucking cds are marked to say how they can take it. . . if it melts I'll kick someone.
If only women were marked the same way.
Heh, no shit. How would the divisions go?
*take it slow* *pop it quick* *likes it hard* *ass slut*
That would be awesome. It would be like buying ice cream.
Puts a whole new meaning on the phrase "tagging it".
So here's a question, where's the ball and chain this evening?
Remember that girl I had to go meet the other night? Apparently it's her sister. They went out. . .shit, when the two of them start talking, to be honest, I don't know what they're doing.
Well just remember after your fifth drink you're officially single, and I won't rat you out.
Nah, you know me. I'm a one woman guy.
Funny, i didn't see you wearing a leash, but I'd swear Chloe makes you wear one.
I only wear the leash when she wears the cat suit.
I need carbs, quick, I may or may not still be drunk. . .
I thought that might happen, you muttered to yourself in German most of the walk home. Acomplish your mission?
I'm not sure. . . I don't remember anything for certain but there is a fuzzy memory of Eric's bathroom and a naked chick. What's up with you not hooking up with that cute chick?
Like I said, I'm a one woman man, it's not my style. . .Chloe's really special too. I'm reall-
Look, fuck, fuck. Can we still get some Taco Bell while you're being whipped?
You get laid and I buy dinner. When are you going to get a job?
Jesus, so I think the missing case of champagne explains why I don't remember much from last night, this is concerning.
Why, you've done the black out time warp dance before.
Yeah, but the problem is piecing things together. . . no one will ever tell me if I did something shitty or propositioned them to do things even Larry Flynt doesn't endorse.
Wish I could help you man, but I was at least as drunk as you. Oh shit. Somebody had a camera, I remember that much.
Well seeing as I was the only black guy at the party, I guess I gotta claim any snapshots of brown wang.
There better not be any brown wang, I think it was Chloe with the camera. . .
Oi, work was terrible, I just wish they'd sack me and get it bloody over with.
I've been meaning to talk to you about that.
About what?
Well, I know you just got out of school, and you want to keep your options open, but I think there might be a position opening up at the magazine I work at.