Lots of wonderful entries this time. I mean lots. Reading them, I was so obviously enjoying myself that Mr. Ed asked, "Whaaaat's up, Wilbur?" and I shot him in the face. I ain't Wilbur, fuckhead.
If I don't mention your comic, that doesn't mean it wasn't good. It doesn't even mean it wasn't as good as the ones I mention. It just means that I started picking some of the ones I liked best and then kept finding more that I liked and replacing the ones I'd already picked, and I just eventually got tired of doing that and went with the ones that were there at the point that I got tired of doing it.
I liked this one:
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This was amusing:
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And this one:
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But this one made me laugh out loud for some reason, and thus is the winner:
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Congratulations, Chopper!
It was a wonderful contest and all of your comics have enriched my life immensely. Suddenly, the air smells a little sweeter. Colors are brighter. Taking a shit seems more cathartic. And when I accidentally ripped out my big toenail a few minutes ago, I thought, "Ahhhh...that feels good." If I got hit by a train right now, it would be okay, because I got to experience this contest first. Of course, I would think, "Why is there a train in my house?" But it wouldn't matter. Nothing would matter. Except my phantom Smurf collection. It's like when people lose a limb but claim they can still feel it, and it's called "phantom" something. I lost my Smurf collection, and--oh, who am trying to kid? I never had any fucking Smurf collection.