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by bugout1_11
1-03-03
Hello, and welcome to the life of our newfound subject, let's follow him for a short while and take a look into his life.
Huh, an acceptance letter to a state university in the middle of fucking nowhere... that's not nearly as exciting as...
... going to New York and being a famous scenic designer...
Well, kind reader, we seem to have stumbled upon this newfound (anti?)hero at a rather awkward moment in his life...
Oh my, oh my, whatever shall I do?!
Does one make the obvious and sensible decision, or follow ones dreams with the incredible chance to be eaten alive by the biggest scariest city ever?
Luckily, it seems that the ever benevolent world of parents, know-it-alls, and social normalcies has stepped up to offer its ever so thoughtful advice.

Ain't it great how life works out?
FOOL BOY!!! WHO THE FUCK HAS EVER FUCKING HEARD OF ANY FUCKING SCENIC DESIGNERS?

 

by bugout1_11
1-03-03
We enter the scene in the middle of just one of the incredibly moronic conversations I've found myself having to sit through in the past few weeks...
ummm... why do you own two of the same dress?...
OMIGOD! When we go to Rocky tomorrow night me and Erin are going to look so deliciously slutty, it'll be so so SO great, we're wearing matching vinyl dresses, I'm lending Erin one of mine, it'll be...
Why god, why such drivel?
WHY DO YOU OWN TWO OF THE SAME DRESS?!





so so SO SO SO GREAT, i just can't wait we're going to look like such whores with our matching dresses...


Oh, well, one's a long corset style, and the other's a really slutty cheerleader...
Ahhh... Sweet, sweet revenge. bringing about the realization of one's own moronic tendencies...
Then they don't really FUCKING MATCH, do they?

 

by bugout1_11
1-03-03
Gosh, I sure wish I could meet a girl and have a good healthy relationship with her. Be heavily involved, but have distinct lives of our own...
and let's see, I have it written down here... I would be important to her, and feel loved and wanted, but not DESPERATELY needed... and we could just be, you know, really happy together... *sigh*
I love you, I love you, I love you... You are the only good thing in my life. If it weren't for you, I think I might kill myself.
Here we go a-fucking-gain...

 

by bugout1_11
1-03-03
Hi there kids... I don't really have anything funny to say, just a quick observation....
Have you ever noticed how stepping out of a shower that won't get any hotter than luke-warm and being greeted with a soggy, cold towel just sucks the will to live right out of you?

 

by bugout1_11
1-03-03
Today... I was in the car, on the way to get my passport renewed, riding with my little brother. He's 15. We were looking for a radio station, and since most of the airwaves today...
... are clogged up with pure shit, that's not a very easy task... Then, all of a sudden, with one more carefree and innocent push of the seek button...
We stumbled upon Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody. My brother simply pushed the button again and kept going. But I was like, "No, wait, go back, they're almost at the headbanging part...
And he just looked at me blankly and said, "the what?"
...I am way too fucking young to feel this fucking old...

 

by bugout1_11
1-03-03
Boy oh boy will this offend some people... Just remember, if it does offend you, i don't want to fucking hear about it...
He he he... Me have funny, funny joke to tell....
Why do chicks dig Jesus?
Because he was hung like this... HAHAHAHAHAHA....
*I HATE YOU*

 

by bugout1_11
1-03-03
We re-enter our dear (anti?)hero's life at one of those incredibly painful, incredibly fake neighborhood holiday gatherings when all the adults get to ask the little delinquents...
So, what are you doing with your life, eh? .............................. .................................... Really now, New York? Theatre? Be Realistic.
Well, actually, I'm looking at a design internship in New York right now... ...................................
Now, let's repeat this scene ad nauseum, with not a single thing changing except for the middle-aged fucking moron in fron of you... And see what happens...
So, what are you doing with your life, eh? .............................. .................................... Really now, New York? Theatre? Be Realistic.
Well, actually, I'm looking at a design internship in New York right now... ...................................
When the smoke finally clears, and the screaming fades away, we are left with little else, but one more disillusioned youth wishing he could have simply manifested himself into existence...
... instead of having to come from people such as these... and endure situations such as these... at least he has an active imagination to escape into.

 

by bugout1_11
2-06-03
Wow, ummm... is that a hickey on your CHIN?!
Hey Ryan, what's up, how are you?-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
ummmm.....
*...fuck...*

 

by bugout1_11
6-13-03
Our intrepid hero finds himself at open-mic night down at the local comedy club
Good evening, good evening... Welcome ladies and germs... heh, heh... you know, a funny thing happened on the way here tonight...
I was walking along, and suddenly realized... no one who actually knows me... wait, no, no one does... i hate that... i fucking hate it, but then again... who the fuck really deserves to, eh?
yeah, there's a fucking question for ya... they'll just end up hurting you... anything say, or do, EVER, can and will be used against you at every available opportunity... there's a fucking lesson...
huh, that's not really funny, is it... i really suck at this stand-up shit...
fuck....

 

by bugout1_11
6-16-03
Huh... you know... I think it's time for a little dance party of my own...
Nobody likes me, everybody hates me...
Guess I'll go eat worms...
Big ones, Little ones... and ummmm... huh, dance breaks don't work for shit...
fuck it...

 

by bugout1_11
8-09-05
so... i'm up in alaska this summer, and well, i was originally thinking that i would be here just for the summer and then i'd go back to art school... but i've entered this state of dilemma...
see, i don't actually like anyone but like, three people in seattle... i hate my school... essentially i find the prospect of returning there in another few weeks to be one of the most...
soul crushing ideas i can think of right now... which is pretty fucking depressing considering the fact that choosing to go to art school is supposed to be an act of freedom, or something like that...
for what it's worth, this is about how i feel when i'm in seattle... in case you're curious, i'm not playing the part of the trash can...
alaska however, sounds to be a most exciting option... all i have to give up is my girlfriend of the last year and a half, my parents paying for my last year of school, and, well...
i guess the consolation idea that i won't have to go back to school ever again if i go this year... as the age old saying goes... what is a man to do? or in layman's terms, what the fuck?

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