If I ever need to slice mangoes into a vagina shape I’ll go to Target and buy this thing…

Yeah you get the idea.

So for example I was in Michael’s Crafts the other day and this big ex biker-looking lady with bad bleached hair and too-heavy makeup was also shopping in the store. I thought “Man that lady is probably a bitch.” and then thought how lame it was that I judged someone based on appearances. Back in the day I used to be hardcore goth with the spiked collar and I didn’t like it when people judged me.

So just as I was scolding myself for being a part of the oppressive system created by The Man the lady got in line behind me and started yowling and screaming because the line was too long. then she threw a fit and started tossing her shit back on the shelf and went to leave. when her display didn’t bring any action from the store management she got back into line and grumbled to herself in a disturbing way. So yeah holy shit what was that? I couldn’t write shit weirder than that. Oh wait yeah I can.

Be lucky I didn’t do the spaghetti monster in the comic.

These rats are smart and have trained to save lives by discovering land mines:

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Here is me with my “ganguro” dark-skinned Hello Kitty. She has a very deep tan. I loved the idea of having a dark skinned kitteh so I bought her! It’s hard to see in the silly web cam but her skin is dark tan. She has the trendy outfit of a young Japanese girl.

Bonus points for those of you who figured out where the title of this post came from. Aw fuck, I just linked to Wikipedia. Are they still deleting webcomics and claiming we are irrelevant? What do you do when a dumbshit shits on his pants and becomes fixed to the chair he is sitting in so that each time you google something he is still there? I guess link to the kid with shitpants. I don’t fucking know.

Anyway, this comic is about the many times I’ve advised people of things and for some insane reason they go and do it anyway. I’m like, dude. I TOLD YOU that would happen? You didn’t listen to me WHY?