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by Tarantula_boy
2-12-03
Surfing time.
Porn. porn and more porn.
Gay porn, kiddie porn,
Ooooh. A xylophone that says you are a c***, tunefully.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-12-03
A public announcement on behalf of Tarantula boy comics.
I must make an apology for the poor grammar in that last strip.
Where it reads "Ooooh. A xylophone that says you are a cunt, tunefully" I am missing quotation marks. It should read "Ooooh. A xylophone that plays 'you are a c***', tunefully".
Once again, we at Tarantula boy comics apologise for the poor quality of the writing in these strips (not that it matters since none of you miserable b******s ever read these things anyway!).

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-18-03
My face hurts from smiling like this.
Yeah. My arms hurt too. Want to get a beer?

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-21-03
All round the world the cry was heard.
Alan's gay.
Alan's gay?
And it passed between races and cultures.
Alan's gay.
Alan's gay?
Finally in Tarantula Boy's secret undergroud laboratory.
Alan's gay.
Well, I guess that confirms it. Alan is gay.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
A chance meeting in the street.
Hey TB. Where you goin'?
I'm on my way to the gym.
Doesn't that violate the sacred tome that you live your life by?
Huh? What tome? I don't even own a bible of any description.
The Pizza Hut home delivery menu.
Ahh.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
A typical greeting between friends.
Alright, twat-face.
Nice to see you too, fucknuts.
Another occasion.
Hey, you festering boil on the clitoris of humanity.
I love it when you talk dirty.
And on very special occasions.
Just the scabby pair of cunt-lips I was looking for.
Do you ever have anything nice to say to me?

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
When a kid was old enough to learn how to talk, his parents asked him what he wanted for his birthday. His reply was "a pink ping-pong ball, please".
His birthday arrives and the boy is disappointed to find there was no pink ping-pong ball amongst the presents.
The next year comes around and his request is the same. "Can I have a pink ping-pong ball for my birthday please?".

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
So again his birthday comes around and there's no ping-pong ball. The kid waits until the next year and asks again.
The result is the same and this cycle goes onn. Year after year...
... after year, after year...

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
..after year, after year...
..after year, after year...
..after year, after year...

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
...after year, after year...
...after year, after year...
...after year, after year...

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
So, it reaches the boy's 18th birthday and again, he asks for a pink ping-pong ball.
This year his dad decides that he'll get the boy a car.
He gets the car and they go out on a drive together.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
Sadly they're driving along a country road a bit too fast, they hit a corner too fast and the car rolls into a field.
The father and son are rushed to hospital.
The father is lucky and escapes with cuts and bruises but the boy is given a matter of hours to live.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
The father rushes to his son's side to wait with him. He asks his son if there is anything that he can do for him.
The son replies, "Can you get me a pink ping-pong ball?".
The father says OK.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
He searches the countryside.
He searches the city.
He eventually finds the pink ping-pong ball and rushes back to the hospital.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
The father reaches his son's bed and presents him with the pink ping-pong ball.
The son smiles a smile of absolute contentment. The father asks " Why do you want a pink ping-pong ball, son?".
The son smiles again and says "Well..."

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-25-03
... and dies.
What the fuck was that all about?
I don't know but that's 10 years of my life I won't get back.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-26-03
A day in the life of TB.
Woohoo!
WeeHee!
Now to turn it on.

 

by Tarantula_boy
2-28-03
A chance encounter brings piracy into TB's life.
?
?
?
?
Arrr. Shiver me timbers!
I beg your pardon?

 

by Tarantula_boy
3-04-03
A battle of wills. Round one... Fight!
Parp!
Parp!
Round two... Fight!
Parp!
Parp!
Round three... Shite!
Parp!
Oh. No. that's a poo!

 

by Tarantula_boy
11-06-06
Am I annoying?
Say something funny...
Come on... Say something funny...
Shut up. Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up.Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
Genius.

 

by Tarantula_boy
11-06-06
Today's letter is from little Timmy in Long Island. He asks: "What is trepanning?" Well Timmy. It comes from Hinduism. The dot on a Hindu's forehead, which is called a Bindi, represents a third eye.
...
That eye is supposed to be a gateway to the soul to allow inner peace and enlightenment to enter. Trepanning involves drilling a hole in the skull in the same place to perform the same function.
Hmm...
Of course... Most of those who try it go too far, lobotomise themselves and end up as dribbling zombies.
Oh darn.

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