butts ARE humanity. booze IS less-sad-juice if you ain’t a junky like me. i like where the comic is headed at this point=talent show mayhem and Dad-time.
This is my third time reading this comic from the begining and, Gob, I have to tell you how much I love it.
Like, it’s not reasonable how much your work resonate with me. Thanks for everything.
Rereading this again 10+ years later is such a trip. It’s hard to remember what it was like the first time, it’s impossible to separate the knowing of what’s yet to come with the humble irreverent ridiculous slice of life that was always the main theme. Somehow this stupid goofy shitty awful terrible amazing incredible tearjerking loveittodeath comic perfectly captured that genuine feel of youth, of wanting these simple idyllic days to go on forever without a care in the world, with the personal touch of being written by a guy who was just another of us goobers hanging out in our dumb little anonymous internet retard dens. We can never go back, but we’ll always have this connection back to that world that is practically alien to us now.
butts ARE humanity. booze IS less-sad-juice if you ain’t a junky like me. i like where the comic is headed at this point=talent show mayhem and Dad-time.
Allison wishes to be different from the rest of Humanity….
This is my third time reading this comic from the begining and, Gob, I have to tell you how much I love it.
Like, it’s not reasonable how much your work resonate with me. Thanks for everything.
Dude thank you so much. Seriously you have no idea how much that means to me. You’re fucking awesome. <3 <3 <3
As an assman, I support Tubsy’s worldview.
Rereading this again 10+ years later is such a trip. It’s hard to remember what it was like the first time, it’s impossible to separate the knowing of what’s yet to come with the humble irreverent ridiculous slice of life that was always the main theme. Somehow this stupid goofy shitty awful terrible amazing incredible tearjerking loveittodeath comic perfectly captured that genuine feel of youth, of wanting these simple idyllic days to go on forever without a care in the world, with the personal touch of being written by a guy who was just another of us goobers hanging out in our dumb little anonymous internet retard dens. We can never go back, but we’ll always have this connection back to that world that is practically alien to us now.
Thanks for the memories, Gob & Co.