Changes Coming.

I'm kicking around the idea of posting webcomics on here at least a couple times a week. That is, if I come up with anything good. It's going to be a lot more story oriented, though. As you can tell from the sample posted here, I'm not very good with the four panel, set up/punch line format. I also feel like going way back using the ancient art of the number 0 ink brush and the colored pencils. No more of this fancy computer painting jive. 

Hell, I don't even know if I have any original ideas. We'll just have to see.

Anyhow chillun either it works or it doesn't. The first comic post will be coming up in another week or so and if that goes well we'll do some more.

Be excellent.

My beefy taint shall overtake your tiny minds!

MY KINGDOM FOR A PAIR OF CLEAN TESTICLES!

This webcam of New Zealand is boring as shit.

Eyeballs!

That's right, baloney. Because Balogna is a city in Italy. Baloney is my sweaty taint.

My taint smells like finely aged baloney.

In other words, Andrew Zimmern can exactly describe for me how my balls taste. My guess is old roast beef.

My balls smell weird. They've got this gamey tang. I don't know, I think I should teabag Andrew Zimmern and he'd give me the rundown on exactly what nuances of my balls are reacting to his trained palate.

Illuminations on ...

Still frozen in. Pipes are frozen, too. So, not only am I going stark raving fucking stir crazy, but I can't take a shower to at least feel human. Just when you think it can't possibly get any worse, it gets worse.

Somebody smash a vase over my head.