So, how was a week of being friends with Nate? Your ass hurts, doesn't it?
Wow, those aren't funny when I'm involved. . .Actually I'm trying to figure out whether me maybe sleeping with Naomi was a hallucination, the number in my wallet says no.
Eh, what can I say man, things with women will never be simple.
This is true, speaking of which, you're taking this Chloe leaving thing well
Yeah, you know me, I don't really freak out. Plus, I've been drinking pretty steadily since I dropped her off at the airport.
Shit here comes Owens, looks like we didn't even have to call.
Any chance he's coming to tell us that the hot girls we were with are worried about us and want to give us their phone number?
Fifty bucks. Each. That's what you owe me. Mikey, you started demonstrating on my Elektra statue what you wanted to do to some chick, and she threw it. Shattered!
And B, the only reason you didn't punch holes in my walls, is because you picked the BRICK ones, you ass
Sounds good, can I take my debt out of the tab we started when you listened through my bathroom wall while I was losing my virginity?
I can't believe I just got lectured by the kid who spent weeks showing his ass to everyone he knew. Son of a bitch.
You can't see it, but at the bottom of our screen we have the option to edit and delete comics.
We didn't know about it until our boy Randall told us we had to log out. He's over at nsusaint. [gratuitious plug]
We just want you to know that this won't change anything. As far as I'm concerned, editing is selling out, and I'm too indie to do that.
Yeah, we'll continue to make typographical and grammatical errors, like the half asses we are. From here on out though, it's on purpose.
We're smart, I swear, but between the multiple typos and the fact it took us at least a month to figure out how to make the edit function work, you gotta question things.
To quote a bad football movie, we're the dumbest smart kids you know.
I can't believe I just answered 300 questions, I was at 2 this morning.
What are you babbling about?
This OK cupid site. I keep answering questions and it matches my personality with chicks. See, I'm 83 percent compatible with this hot chick from chicago
You're shitting me. All this time you've spend on the computer is an online dating service?
I didn't plan on it, i started just fucking around and ended up trying to answer them all. This shit is addictive.
Gotta get em all huh? Jesus, this site is like Pokemon with boobs.
Old friend of mine, Chad. You met him that one time, but you were all drunk.
I'm sure we'll be saying the same thing a month from now when you tell me about Chad, "who I met at the bachelor party". Who's the chick?
What chick? You mean the stripper?
No, dumbass, who's he marrying?
Shit if I know. Maybe I should invite Nate, he'd care who the stripper was. . .nah, last time I went to ask him something he had that male assramming video on.