If you live on the tenth floor of Sutherland Hall West at the University of Pittsburgh you'll probably find these comics really funny. If you don't live there then you'll probably find these comics asinine. Either way works.
All right! Damn! Back up off m'case! Man, it's cold! Wanna go eat? Buff core! It's time for a knife fight! I'm fuckin' hot! Oh, hey Maggie, what's goin' on? I'm so stuffed, yo, I just ate.
Sarah, do you ever feel like the girls on this floor are out numbered by all the stupid things the boys do?
What do you mean?
All right, what happens after we finish stealing Tim's new sign?
For the last time, I haven't thought that far in advance, but we've got a whole case of spray cheese left over from block shopping to use up, so be creative.
Loopy, I'm doing a paper on the Spanish American War that's due tomorrow but ResNet just crashed. Quick, tell me everything you know!
Uh... well, it all started in Havanna when the USS Maine expoded. America blaimed the whole thing on the Spanish Empire and demanded compensation, and when Spain said no the started the war.
Then?
Well, the Spanish were very good at fighting a war on two fronts, so they came out of the box swinging and pretty much laid us flat on our backs. It was kinda like this knife fight I was in one time.
Wait, didn't we-AMERICA-win the Spanish American War?
Wait... I forgot, we're not Spain... come to think of it, I was think of the Polypenesian Wars all along. Sally, have you seen my knife?
Hey Loopy. I need a drill, a power saw, and about twenty feet of chain to put together some new rigging.
Woot.
I was definately gonna run to the hardware store tonight, but I got so many packages in the mail that I pulled something in my lower back carrying them all back to my room.
Woot.
So I guess what I'm asking is if you can be a dear and run to the hardware store for me.
I'd taken some pills to hold back the pain. Now the only thing left I had to do was take care of Vlad's men.
I AM A CLEANER! I AM A CLEANER! DIE PAYNE!
Logic told me someone must have heard the gun shots and called for backup by now. Logic was such a liar.
Just when you think you can't get any lower you wake up and realize you slept through another German test, only instead of a German test your wife and daughter were brutally murdered.
Damn... I sound so much cooler in my internal monologue than in spoken words, and stuff.
I heart pizza. I heart it a lot. Wanna order one for me? I don't like the phone.
Dang, yo! I hate the phone too!
After several hours of debate over who should order the pizza.
Sean, will you order me and Maggie a pizza? We heart it but we anti-heart the phone. Oh, and can you pick it up too, the guard doesn't heart me either.
I do every night, don't I? What do you want on it?
30-45 minutes later at the guard booth.
If you eat much more pizza, you'll start to look like one.
We must meet the ominous terrorist threat with our courage! Our valor! And indeed our vary lives! It is our duty to ensure that we, not they, dominate this server now, and ALWAYS!