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| Welcome to Whose Line, the game where everything's made up and the points don't matter, they're like lubricant to Tobor. Let's play Hoedown. I want you to make a hoedown about writing comics. | |
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| I started a site so folks could make comics, The rate of posting them has gone supersonic, They've got contests, inside jokes, it really drives me mad, I even had to change my name from Johnny to Brad | |
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| I compose new comics every day and night, How I do so many, folks don't think it is right, To generate such volume, it don't take a fool, I churn out strips describing wirthling's lust for a pink mule | |
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| Lots of capital letters used to be the thing for me, But subtlety wins more fans, I've begun to see, Winning comic contests is not that hard a trick, Even if you still refuse to suck on any dick. | |
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| I toil night and day drawing all you folks, It gives me smiles when you use them in good jokes, My eyes are all strained, my fingers have turned brown, But most difficult of all, I do it upside-down! | |
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