So I was going to make this comic about a guy who tells his donkey friend that he got arse cancer to which the donkey was supposed to be all upset and stuff because arse cancer.
Then there was supposed to be this whole thing about getting a new ass to which the donkey is obviously confused by the medical conundrum of that before the guy says he means the donkey.
But I felt it a bit too predictable. Being Australian myself, I know anyone could see that coming if they could spell properly. So um... You have ass cancer. Specifically your arse has ass cancer.
But I... I don't want ass cancer... I... like to live. It's what I enjoy most about life. The whole living thing.
Too bad. Also that meat you just ate was your daughter. I figured you won't be needing her anymore what with the whole "going to die" thing and all.
