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| You know what I really loved? That night we went to see "Two Towers" and you grabbed my balls and squaled like a pig. That was a tender moment. | |
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| There was popcorn in your zipper. I was hungry. | |
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| You know, somtimes I wonder where we're going as a couple you know. The world may not be ready to accept the love of a recovering metalhead for a foul-mouthed sex starved squirrel. | |
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| I think it's their fault, really. I blame the whole culture of fear along with the war mania that's been steadily rising. Ever since 9/11 people have gotten so inward and intolerant, man. | |
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| Jesus, what the FUCK kinda transition is that? Squirrel blowjobs in panel 1 and then social commenatry right after? What happened to "pacing?" | |
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| We only have three panels to make this shit funny and only a few icons to use. My original plan was to anally rape you with a steel dildo and write "MONKEY HATE CLEAN" on the wall in your blood. | |
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