All comics by Livewire

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by Livewire
4-09-02
You seem to be composing a form letter. Would you like to use the wizard?
Buttfucker.

 

by Livewire
4-09-02
RINGY DINGY!
RINGY DINGY!
Why hast thou forsaken me...
That's better.

 

by Livewire
4-09-02
Hey, Santa...
If Rudolph is such a great leader, why are we on the moon?
Uhhh...
Like you could do any better, Vixen. You slut.

 

by Livewire
4-09-02
Work it harder---
---make it better---
---do it faster---
---makes us stronger---
---more than ever, hour after---
---hour, work is never over!

 

by Livewire
4-09-02
Whooooosh....
Ka-blam!!
My imagination sucks. I wish I had a Game Cube.

 

by Livewire
4-09-02
Ha! You're pretty small for a demon. I ain't afraid of you.
POOOOOOOT!
I KILL YOU WITH MY DEMONIC FLATULENCE!
I may be small, but expired convenience store burritos make me mighty.

 

by Livewire
4-10-02
Some people call me the space cowboy...
Yeh...
Some call me the gangster of love...
Some people call me Maurice...
Phweet phweeoooo...
'cause I speak of the pompatus of love.
What the hell is a "pompatus?" Ever considered using a dictionary, "Maurice"?

 

by Livewire
4-10-02
God DAMN my ass is itchy.
Perhaps I can scratch it for you with my bayonet.
TEASE!

 

by Livewire
4-10-02
Ahem... may I have your attention please?
AIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!
No, but you may have some of my superaccelerated particle beams.
OK.

 

by Livewire
4-10-02
New York City Guided Tour, September 11, 2001. 8:44am...
Who lives in those two big towers?
Like you'll ever find out, ya little peasant. Anyway, over here we have the Statue of Liberty...
Meanwhile, on American Airlines Flight 77...
I have so many regrets...
I guess no one lives there now.
Aw piss. I had a kilo of crank to sell to that guy on the 38th floor. I guess he won't be needing it now.

 

by Livewire
4-10-02
We create our own reality every day, through our conscious thoughts and beliefs.
Really?
Serious.
Okay. *Nghhhh*
Much better!

 

by Livewire
4-11-02
An hour and a half after doomsday...
...
...
Fuck.

 

by Livewire
4-11-02
9... 8... 7... What the f...? Good lord, there's a kid on the launch pad. Too late to abort... dear lord, she'll be incinerated!!!
Oh. Oh well, that's okay. I had a full life. Mommy and Daddy will make a new Susie to love.
Officially, it was tragic. But honestly, watching that little kid's corpse get roasted was cooler than shit.
Quaaaawwww. Quaaaawww.
Toll booth. Fifty gnarks please.
God dammit, this is exactly why we LEFT New Jersey. Hand me my gat.

 

by Livewire
4-12-02
The lord's work doesn't come cheap, sinners. Please send your money to Jerry Falwell Ministries, care of... blablabla
Jesus has asked me in his name to solicit your generous donations of $50 or more... blablabla... blablabla
What the fuck? Oh, it's on. It's on.
Your ass is mine, bitch. Your ass is mine.
Oh dear. It looks like we're going to have to go to a commercial, as I seem to have made a small poopie in my shorts.

 

by Livewire
4-26-02
Ladies and gentlemen and visible minorities, please welcome President George Dubya.
Ahem... my fellow Americans, it is my sad duty to inform you that we must once again arm ourselves for war.
A killer of Americans more great than any war is among us. I'm talking about obesity. Heart disease and organ failure claim hundreds of lives a day, and time has come to take action!
It's time to wipe out food!

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