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In between impregnating girls who are not his girlfriend and tearfully singing about it so people will feel sorry for him, Usher reads my last strip. Imagine a ticking beat in the background.
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| Well Owens links to this dude, so he must be okay. I guess I'll randomly read this innocuous comic by this kid halfway across the country. | |
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| He seems to be creating some kind of Baudrillard-informed world within a world. The simulacratic narration criticizing the strip's structure ends up assuming the exact same form. No need to force it. | |
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| And the punchline makes very little sense. He's obviously inhibited by the medium in which he's working. But he has my blessing. As Aristotle said, 'wit is educated insolence.' | |
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| What am I doing reading this instead of peeing on groupies and burning money? Can somebody get a camel up in this bitch? Um...A-Town. | |
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