Hey, I have an idea... maybe this isn't a new idea, but i haven't exactly read through all the message boards. What if there was a *10 most popular artist* function under the comic strip creator? that way we could see WHO's doing a good job, not just which strips were. see what I'm saying?

Prepare to be cornholed, fleshling.

I'm counting on walking away with the Best Breakthrough Performance award, and also the Lifetime Achievement Award due to the fact I revolutionized the Strip Creator industry by coining the phrase "Lipton Cup of FUCK".

But me having cancer doesn't hurt either.

I like the idea in theory. The only problem is that most of us have given up on the scoring system as basically useless. So a most popular artist list, based on scores would be similarly useless. However, if you just mean by number of page hits, that's not a bad idea, though many will probably be the same as who did the most popular comics, which are already listed.

And now our feature presentation, the cornholing...

RARRRR!! TOBOR WILL CORNHOLE YOU!!!

Maybe a button within the comic listing by author section, where you can add them to some sort of "your favorite authors" list, and a top 10 can be assembled from that? Just a thought.

Dude, I like your idea... A favorite author button, with that deciding the best Authors? whatcha all say???

I nominate myself and my other nine personalities, all of which second the motion. I'll nominate wirthling, too, as long as it's posthumously. How he arrives at that state is a matter for Tobor.

None of them have cancer like I do, so please, give generously.

LIE! LIE! I talked to his doctor. It's just a mild case of mange. I, however, have a debilitating case of scurvy. And rickets.

Did I mention botulism?

Oh yeah? Then where did I get all of this cancer then? I don't think it quite works that way, sir.

Maybe Gabe will take donations and swim for you.

So is it the drugs that make you come up with a lot of the disgusting things you manage to post?
Tobor Cornholing is funny...Gabe and his butt plug are funny...but

"You now shall force yourself into my piss-hole until my tender velvety urethra is packed with your shredded sinew and viscera. Oh, and the honeys still laugh at your yellow hatchback."

just doesn't sound funny!

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"You now shall force yourself into my piss-hole until my tender velvety urethra is packed with your shredded sinew and viscera. Oh, and the honeys still laugh at your yellow hatchback."

just doesn't sound funny!

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You just don't know what funny is.

Though the drugs help. Lots of drugs.

And cancer.

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"You now shall force yourself into my piss-hole until my tender velvety urethra is packed with your shredded sinew and viscera. Oh, and the honeys still laugh at your yellow hatchback."

just doesn't sound funny!

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I find yellow hatchbacks to be highly amusing...

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So far he's the only one worthy of learning the secret handjob I came up with. Have a little more respect for my comics here, I COULD GO AT ANY MOMENT YOU KNOW.

I can't waste any time respecting my own comics, I'm certainly not going to respect yours. Unless you pay me.

PRICKTEASE.

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It appears I have my very own stalker. I'm touched.

I made his list because he is the only one that knows my secret identity. I am Arlen Specter.

Email me sometime: senator_specter@specter.senate.gov

Oh, and be sure to threaten me with violence and leave your home address. I love those kind of gags!

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Yeah, I know... "sympathies". You try working for 12 hours and typing well.

Love,
bunner

OK, you win. In the interest of domestic tranquility, I have removed my "ass politics" list (population: 2) from my comics page.

I have replaced it with the following statement: "I also like bunnerabb's comics, even if he is stalking me and is a grumpy old 'tard..."

Ya happy now?

I'm not, I want to be able to see my comic scores. I MAY NOT BE AROUND MUCH LONGER IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.

Is that your Make a Wish? Comic Scores? Damn, man, should have gone with titty.

Would somebody please cornhole Teda with a very big painful metal instrument of some kind so he'll forget about his cancer for a moment?

FINALLY, someone's listening. Really, really listening.

Titty.

You try getting titty with a HUGE BULGING MELON SIZED FLESH EATING TUMOR PULSING AND STRAINING AGAINST THE MOTTLED LEATHERY SKIN OF YOUR FOREHEAD.

What I mean to say is that it's actually quite easy what with the sick little boy appeal,and saves you that vital wish. Unfortunately, they don't terribly find it funny when they ask you what your wish would be, and you say "MORRRRRREE WISHESSSS?! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!" Especially when you keep saying it over and over and they've had Derek Jeter waiting in the hall for a little over a couple of hours.

So they're not returning my calls any more, so I'll keep you updated on how it goes with the alternative organization I'm contacted, THE WES CRAVEN'S MAKE A WISHMASTER FOUNDATION.

Truth being stranger than fiction, I'll let you all in on the fun that was my bout with the make-a-wish foundation.

I was diagnosed with Hodgkin's Disease when I was 15. I was given a wish from the make-a-wish foundation. Being 15, and more interested in fighting cancer than coming up with a creative wish, I wished for a trip to Disney World for me, my sister, and my mom.

The make-a-wish foundation's partner in Florida is called Give Kids the World. They work in conjunction with Holiday Inn to run the Holiday Inn Kids' Village, or as my family dubbed it, the Village of the Damned.

Every day we would leave for a fun-filled day of Disney sponsored enjoyment, and we'd come back to find that the staff had crept into our suite to leave us presents like sunscreen and t-shirts. They also slipped me a Mickey.

Aftermath: I'm cancer free for the last 10 years, and posting while drunk to stripcreator.com. I guess I'll find out tomorrow if this was amusing or not.

...so were they pissed when you didn't die?

They knew I wasn't going to die. I was given a wish anyway because cancer is a horrendous thing to have to experience, especially when you're a kid.

I wonder what they could dream up if you asked to go up into space with one of the shuttle missions. I read somewhere that it costs around $10,000 a pound to get something into orbit. Think they could swing that?

I think you get Pizza hut pizza and an Infinity

I think you'd get a NASA patch, a centrifugal ride in the "spinny" chair, and one of those bags of space ice cream which never cease to taste like ass.

I don't know about the space shuttle thing, but chances are that it would be denied. I do know that there was a rule against wishing for motor vehicles.

My original wish was the "Big Red Boat" cruise package that was a cruise for 4 days and Disney/Epcot for 3 days. They considered that to be 2 wishes, and offered me the Village of the Damned package instead. *shrug*

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I personally think the cancer was worth it, just for that funny ass line. I got the clap and the only comic idea I got out of it was an unfunny knock knock joke. It went like this:

Knock Knock
Who's there?
It burns when I pee!

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New Slogan: "Herpes!!! Just FEEL the Love!"

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I told you when we were in Mexico that you shouldn't bone that skanky bum we tripped over in the alley, even if he was only charging $3. But no, you said you knew what you were doing.

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I just couldn't resist that fine bum ass of his. I still think of his loving smell whenever I pick lint out of my belly button.

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You'll never forget me.

And it's about this time that I noticed the bum stood four stories high, and I said, "Damn you monster! What do you want from me?!"

And the monster said, "I could use about three fity."

Three fity.

Anyone get that ref? If not, just assume I forgot my ritalin again.

It's Chef's dad.

What did I win?

Three fity. Or a four-hour hot oil massage from gabe's mom. (Equivalent value.)