Before I post one, let me get this out of the way... My mom's reaction to my comics...
"You're the saddest, piss-poor excuse for a man I've ever seen, you chromosome-deficient, uber-impotent, rat-faced tard-popsicle. I'm not surprised you're single, you pimple-faced perpetual wedgie victim. If you're average looking, I'm Brad Pitt. Your face should be sued for attempting to impersonate a human, you freakish gargoyle. You're a politically vacillating phony liberal fuck; too damn broadminded to take your own side in a debate. Smart? Who are you trying to kid? Single-celled organisms out-score you in IQ tests. How come you're so tall? Did your mother mate with a giraffe? You scrawny-assed, anorexic African famine victim; if you had dreads, I'd grab you by your ankles and use you to mop the floor. Professional, my ass. You couldn't win a cigar after giving birth in a tobacco field in Havana, you clueless, uber-incompetent fuckwit. I like that outfit you're wearing. You should hang on to it. It'll probably come back in style some day. Do yourself and everyone else a favor: jump into a raging forest fire. Oh yeah, and your comics suck!"
Gotta love mothers!
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[i]"For the love of beatings, I plunder until my loins find satisfaction!!"
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