The test for a quality bully is how good s/he is at pinning cruel-yet-painfully appropriate nicknames on victims. Example: I was known as “no-ass” for a good portion of third grade, not only because the bully deemed I had no visible ass, but also because I “probably didn’t even know what an ass was.” I still carry the scars of that torment today, which might explain my near-encyclopedic knowledge of asses, or why I always wear backless hotpants.
I’m on a business trip to Atlantic City this week, or as I like to call it, “Gomorah after the flaming mountain hit.” If you’re in the area, do not try to find me, as I will likely be busy screeching in blood-curdling horror at the droves of 1,000-year old infirm, shuffling and lurching about the slot machines with their oxygen tanks and missing arms.
<3 Mike
SONGS FOR WEDS.
Atlantic city! Have a lucky day!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QjDDweOEFsQ#t=6m23s
This is … exactly what my trip was like J. How did you know???
I’m good at finding things out.
Hey, Just discovered your comic. The art is awesome and the writing is great.
Keep up the great work!
Thanks Paulius, we will do our best!