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Has serious reservations about reality
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I haven't posted for a while, but here I am again for those who remember, having just recently completed my fourth 50 episode serial comic strips. It is entitled "Mechanemone" and it deals with lots of interesting issues, for example: what happens when a polite person is forced over the edge; what happens when a cat is black; what happens when the punchline is usually the word "fuck". Here's a little overview:
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| So what brings you to my room? | |
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| We don't like you living here anymore. You're too polite. | |
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| Well, fuck you then. If it's not too much bother. | |
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| It is too much bother John. Now get out. | |
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| We came up with a better idea. | |
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| Could you hack into his bank account? | |
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| Actually no, I'm still trying to get Knoppix to install on my eighth partition, but apparently it has some conflict with SUSE on the sixth. | |
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| Why the hell are you installing so many Linuxes? | |
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| Because I'm a geek, now fuck off. | |
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| How about the 250,000 square kilometers of the Amazon rainforest you've torn down in the past five years to raise your cheap cattle? | |
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| Would you like fries with that? | |
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| So, basically, I don't have anywhere to stay. | |
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| So what do you want me to do about it? | |
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| John, please don't sue us... | |
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| What's gotten into you lately John? | |
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| Why don't you shut your goddamn mouth, and take that hat, and piss in it, and then put it back on your head, and do a dance, or something? | |
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| I think you've had too much to drink, John. | |
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| And I think you've had too much fucking whatever fucking shit cock. WANKERS! | |
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And so forth.
--- The tongue licking the ars of pretension.
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