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Crosswalk Karma. Friday, August 8, 2008 • read strip Viewing 470 comments:

Ray pays old bitches not to mess with his shit.

All she would done is talk shit about him in the Rants and Raves section of Reminisce Magazine

Is that like Cheers and Jeers, except instead of reality shows they have ribbon candy?

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The park doesn't have enough BLUE birds.

The last time someone called me sir at McDonalds was 1978!

My grandaughter wears JEANS!

Barrack Obama went to MUSLIM WAR SCHOOL.

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unfortunately ray is having that kind of friday

a real fuck-you friday

Don't you see four hundos and four fiddies flyin out the window?

i do believe six hundo is only really suitable for deceased fine instruments. I liked the last panel it ties into the alt text.

ray is all kinds of stoned

Kids, always drive stoned!

fuck along now

more rude than we'd ever expect from Ray?
Ray himself will tell you that he is ruuuuuuuude.

Preferably while performing an elbow drop.

He Gets With The Ladies But In The End They Do Not Like Him!

About six hundred dollars.

Not really a six hundo offense, but she's old and gave him a nice mental picture.

Looks more like 8 bills to me, total value dependent upon the denominations. 8 bucks or $800, it's all the same to old people: she'll end up giving it to one of those nice men who call during the dinner hour. It's just so nice to have someone to talk to, what's the harm in investing in their real estate properties?

It is probably 4 hundreds and 4 fifties.

Or maybe its vouchers for Price Chopper. You don't know! Nobody knows! NOBODY WILL EVER KNOW!!


but you're probably right. I bet he keeps straight shots of $600 wrapped up individually like bullets for a Peacemaker.

I like to think they are all twenties, because that is about as much money as a grandparent is willing to put inside a birthday card. It is an amount she can appreciate. He gives her twenties for each grandkid and one to get herself that fancy eyeglass lanyard her good eye has been fixed on.

Ray doesn't seem like he likes to mix bills. Unless this is just another layer to his Fuck-You Friday.

I do this with change

It's the only purpose nickels and pennies have for me anymore

I'm with you, spiny. Call me old fashioned, but when I make it rain I find that the clinking and rolling about of 73¢ is just more visceral and to the point than a bunch of bills fluttering around like a dandy.

That ? is supposed to be a c with a line through it to reflect 73 cents. Assetbar is all hating on Alt 0162

What's the consensus (or rather conCENTSus, --- baZING) on "makin it rain" with money that's made of metal rather than paper? Well, I am in full agreement with any movement made to make is acceptable.

I don't think that strippers worldwide will appreciate this trend.... Maybe in Canada with the toonies and all (and dang, that strong Canadian dollar these days), but still, coins pelting your business, not as dignified....

Now I get to imagine Stephen Fry hurling change at old ladies he's slighted as he drives away.

Out of the window of his minicab and everything.

"We want the finest wines available to humanity. We want them here and we-"

Wait, no. That's my other favourite luvvie heaping abuse on elderly women. As you were.

I looked up this quote, and have discovered a new world. Thank you for giving me my Friday night's entertainment.

Cavortia was not the oldest prostitute in the city, nor
by the estimation of some detractors even the most
beautiful, but nonetheless, she was by far the most
expensive and the wealthiest. She did not cater to the
baser tastes of smelly nomads and raunchy seamen, but
to the more refined whims of wealthy merchants from the
old families, brave ships' captains, and exotic
adventuring heroes from distant countries.

Need did not drive her to her profession, as it did
some impoverished girls, for she came from an old
landed-family, and enjoyed a close relationship with
them. She attended a respectable university in the
city, and was well-educated and intelligent.

But her sexual appetite was perversely insatiable --
from the time of her first awakening sensuality, she
desired nothing more of life than to constantly feel
the deep probes of a man's fine tool inside her and
pressing down upon her while she gyrated her pelvis and
clutched his rippling muscles in her long-fingered
hands until her vagina seemed to dissolve in the
sweetness of orgasm. She felt lucky to have been
honored by acceptance into the guild of licensed
independent prostitutes, and to have made a lucrative
profession of her favorite pastime.

But even such an exquisite pleasure as being paid
handsomely for engaging unceasingly in one's favorite
sport, and enjoying a ceaseless series of orgasms, can
become tiresome after a few years of constant
overindulgence. She had been in the profession for five
or six years and, not caring to increase her ample
riches, became more discerning in her choice of
customers.

Cavortia gradually winnowed her amorous engagements to
the point where she had much free time, which she
devoted mainly to the study of ancient literature. She
was passionate about classical poetry and read all of
the books she could find. Only rarely did she see even
her favorite customers. When she did, it was chiefly
for the sheer joy of sharing with them her favorite
pleasurable exercise, and after a time, she ceased to
even consider any payment from her chosen few
bedfellows. In essence, she retired from the active
profession to the quiet life of a wealthy single woman
with a number of eager suitors and a few close friends.

Her favorite partner of all men she had ever met was a
foreign merchant and adventurer by the name of
Magnanimo, whom she met through a mutual acquaintance
during her fourth year in the profession. He was a
strapping specimen: a tall, broad-shouldered man of
Elysium whose people were widely renowned for their
incredible strength and stamina.

Wait, that wasn't an elaborate setup for a pun?


My internet humor detector appears to be faulty.

It's really not as unexpected or creative as you think.

You forgot to log in as manflesh.

Ahem. I got a log of manflesh for you right here Margargaret

If I don't struggle, will it make me a less desirable victim?

I'm quite used to that sort of thing. Drugged girls don't struggle either. I'd be careful about letting me near that wine glass...

The Greatest Living Englishman drives a genuine hackney cab, sir!

A minincab is any old banger with a meter, taking bread out the mouths of honest London cabbies. Bastards.

MINICAB?!? I fie on you. Fie! Fie, I say!

Mr Fry drives a proper black cab and does so, as in everything, with his usual enormous poise, panache, and penis.

You used to be funny. What happened?

He probably got mustard spunked on his collar. That'll take the funny out of anyone's day.

Are... are you talking to me?

Yes.

If every single statement I make doesn't send you into throes of ecstasy of such strength that you plant your feet on the walls around your computer and break your chair with the angle at which you arc your back and howl madly while you shower your chest with hot gouts of boy butter, well then, that's something I can absolutely live with

Aheheheh. V-chub.

spinynorman:
You have the ability to put vivid images into people's heads through the internet, but remember- with great power comes great responsibility.

maybe, I still felt like a serious, serious asshole after writing that

At first I thought he was throwing empty ketchup packets.

kechup that bitch

damnnnnnnnnnn

i believe - in his own mind - the 6-8 hundo he threw out was a consolation in lieu of NOT asking her be the first member of his newfangled geriatric entourage.

ray has throwing to the wind money.

Ray knows that when you run away from a Battle the least you can do is drop some GP.

YES

That bitch has sass! That bitch has straight up SASS!

sprechen Sie sassy??

I feel like I'm in a sassy sandwich.

i just stepped in a big pile of sassy.

Man, you don't want no bitches who been fucking with shit since FDR was in his first term in your stuff, all voting on your child health care bill, all wishing your music wasn 't so loud.
Those bitches? They're brutal.

ray looks like he's been sippin' real as it's been, all beaming at old folk with a goof -master smiles

the last four panels go like this

Tru dat, man.


Tru dat.

Even Ray's motor sounds like an asshole.

Some cars are just assholes. Escalades are one of these cars. Volkswagen New Beetles are also assholes, contrary to popular belief.

Honda Civics and Toyota Corollas, however, are fairly nice and will tip reasonable amounts at a fancy dinner.

Meanwhile, the F-150 is drunk, ketchup dripping from his sideburns, ranting about how blacks are better off than whites and that he could have gone to Yale goddamnit but they gave the spot to a black man not that im racist you know but it's like them blacks dont know how good theyve got it.

I got this talk from one of my high school teachers.

I doubt anyone driving an F-150 even knows what Yale is, unless it's the lock company.

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That icon actually comes from Achewood.

...Not to mention that it's a total slam on the cheesy appropriation of Calvin for tacky inter-auto company rivalries displayed by classless folk who wouldn't know a transmogrifier from a hole in the ground. Onstad's admitted to being a Watterson fan in interviews, and I'd like to think that by having Calvin peeing into a proper receptacle (possibly even the same one with which he demonstrated the "flushing toilet paper off the roll" trick which brought me so much joy in my youth) rather than on a corporate logo, he's giving a salute to the man by "taking Calvin back".

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I respectfully disagree. The icon, even alone, is clearly not Calvin being used to the misunderstood whimsy of a truck-owning sports fan, and beside that we have the fraternity between Chris n' Bill through both their cartooning occupation and also the same engagement in which you or I can take part -- reading Calvin and Hobbes. Any of us can "take Calvin back," per se, because we are all in understanding of Calvin's emotions and functions beyond the truck owner's assumption that he is simply a spunky little brat, and in a way, that makes him ours as well as Watterson's.

Explain yourself further! It's amazing how much people put into appearances on this board, all in the name of chubbies versus lames. "Oh, Assetbar mangled my post, that was supposed to be a ¿ö½æ" "Oh I misinterpreted your obscure joke please don't think less of me" "Here let me use some Achewoodisms so you know I such as fit into the community."

There is an amazing amount of posturing... But is it amazing in the sense of being unexpected? I think it's just human nature. I think it's more noticeable on assetbar than in, say, real life, because here on assetbar, you can't really exchange winks and nods and send signals with body language and facial expressions, try as some may. There's no hemming and hawing and guafauing possible on assetbar, at least, not with as fine a resolution as one can achieve in the medium of 'real life.' The cultural lexicon of assetbar is very tightly constrained, by limitations inherent in the media, in such matters as social interaction, so when people do send social signals, and when people do posture, it's fantastically more obvious and noticeable in this medium than 'in real life.' Probably some people, such as yourself, are more aware of the social dialogue than others are, so what to some seems like empty rhetoric not unlike some politician glad-handing with a fake smile and telling people what she knows they want to hear, to others seems quite natural and normal. People who are more self-aware and who are more aware of this social dialogue are probably much more discrete about their participation in it. Together with awareness of social interaction goes general level of literacy and fluency in the non-social side of the subject matter being discussed, be that for examples an intellectual side, a comedic side, an abstract component, and/or a technical component to the subject of discussion... The more fluent and adoit a person is in the subject of discussion, the more she can weave her social interaction into this subject matter, therefore giving her an expanded lexicon with which to project herself and therefore come across as more, shall we say, 'real,' as opposed to being restricted to the box of the banal and obvious, therefore coming across as 'fake,' superficial, and even superfluous.

Is this...is this a joke? Are you trying to sound like as ass on purpose? I don't get it.


Oh man. That was way harsh of me. Sorry dude.

lamed for being meta without being funny

Is the MUCH MORE IMPORTANT point lost on everyone here? Those goddamn mudflaps are found where chiefly?

Yep. F-150s.

And I've always hoped that it would be made available in car sticker form. I'm not sure what I'd be saying to the nation though...

No, it's been a bumper sticker for a long time actually.

There is no bumper sticker of Calving peeing into a toilet. Calvin peeing on other things, such as the Chevy logo, yes, but not a toilet.

I know.


At work we do goat milking (it's a farm petting zoo) and one of the goats (Milkshake) occasionally just yells her fucking lungs out while we milk her. On my first day there, I was participating in this milking event and another employee, a middle-aged woman, was leaning on the fence and commiserating with the angry Saanen goat. "I know, sweetie," she said. "I know." After about two minutes of her insistence that she knew, I finally snapped and remarked, in front of approximately ten parents and twenty small children, "When's the last time you were milked, [name deleted]?"

You work at a petting zoo? Can I have your job?

Why, you want to stand around all day and smell animal poop?

I'm guessing he's got petophilia. Lotta opportunities for that there

Those animals need all kinds of terrible eyeball medicines. You really want to be the guy to juice them?

Probably she is yelling because you are shaking her?

somebody hasn't read this strip

Sorry, but that's just fucking stupid.

One of your high school teachers was a F-150?

Fuck yeah, Cybertron East class of '84! Woooo!

We got three Roombas, greased them up, and painted the numbers 1, 2, and 4 on them, then released them in the school for our senior prank! It was great!

What? Seriously! Listen, who are you going to believe, Snopes.com or me, a transforming laminating machine?

some class before me did that.

all that my class did was plant a tree (post-professionally, may i add) in deep left of a practice field...


except of course they were pigs and not roombas.

point still stands.

someone else got a cow up the english department stairs. i won't tell you how they got rid of the body.

The punishment for playing pranks at cpnglxynchos' school is the death penalty .

* incredible death penalty

in the heart of Colorado, it's anybody's guess.

Hey children, it's salisbury steak day!

Kick-ass.

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Meanwhile, the F-150 is drunk, ketchup dripping from his sideburns, ranting about how blacks are better off than whites and that he could have gone to Yale goddamnit but they gave the spot to a black man not that im racist you know but it's like them blacks dont know how good theyve got it.


Mega-chubby. Replace "blacks" with "asians" and "Yale" with "UCLA" and have heard that exact same thing virtually word-for-word from my father.

We do not speak much because of conversations like this.

Chubby for using actual quoting so I know what post you are referring to, since assetbar pyramids make that a chore.

I didn't get into UCLA because some damn californian took my spot.

Damn californians not lettin me become one of them.

chubbied and lamed because i am one of those californians

Ironic especially because the UCs have heavy (at least de facto) affirmative action against Asians.

Uh... have you been to a UC school recently? I'm just saying, because I work two blocks from UC-San Diego, so I catch frequent glimpses of the student body going to and from school. UCSD, Cal-Berkeley, UC-Davis, UCLA, et al. have a very large Asian-American student population.

For example, UC-Davis: 41%

I think that was his point. There are so many qualified Asian applicants to top-end schools that many of them, in California and elsewhere, have been forced to adopt a de facto affirmative action policy against them in the name of diversity, and despite this there are still a lot of them.

Yes, this was my point, as a student at UC Berkeley. Believe me, I know there are a lot of Asians there. Believe me, they didn't have help getting in.

My understanding is that if the UC system went strictly by class standing or test scores in California, there would be substantially more Asian students than there are.

apparently not UC Irvine

RACISTS - convince other people you are not a racist by saying "I'm not a racist, but..." before saying something racist.

(best Viz Top Tip ever)

As a man who joyfully drives a Honda Civic, I would have to agree, although if blarghamagarky sees this, she will attempt to argue.

blargha doesn't really post here anymore. I don't want to give anything away, but I uh, have good reason to believe she won't be seen in public any time soon. I'd say more, but, you know, Fifth Amendment and all

A Honda Civic is a nice, easygoing, slightly nerdy guy who's still somewhat cool. Unless it's been pimped out and modded, in which case it becomes the nerdy guy who wears baggy clothes and unconvincingly tries to be a thug.

The SEAT Leon 2.0 TDi Reference Sport is a rather brusque yet fuel efficient fellow, with 136 horse power electric windows and, on more recent models, an MP3 CD player.

Oh no, a missing comma has led to the implication of extremely powerful electric windows.

They call this the Robespierre model

Robespierre had mad guillotine chops.

insane crown choppy

I'm really enjoying your icon, bumpishound

It's all "bone, bone, bone."

The weather is REALLY nice today.

Can you show me how to get my Bone on?

I am the official registrant of getyourboneon.com.
I have not done anything with it, though a few exercises in wordpress have been made with limited success. There is nothing there now....yet....


[quote=aperson]Oh no, a missing comma has led to the implication of extremely powerful electric windows.[/quote]

I actually laughed out loud at this idea. Therefore, a chubby and a quote, for anyone who missed it earlier.

Oh fuck you assetcuntbar

More like arse etbar.

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The SEAT Leon 2.0 TDi Reference Sport


I'm horribly sorry to have to be the one to break the news to you, but "TDI" is a marketing euphemism for "diesel."

So that's why I have to fuel it up with diesel... Huh. They never told me.

( They never tell you anything! )

Hey, you just described my brother! The next time I see him, I will tell him he is a pimped-out Honda Civic. He will probably not take it well.

The PT, though not an asshole is really hard to talk to and isn't afraid to remind you how bad it is to file taxes late an' shit like that

Jettas leave their change at the coffee shop in the tip jar, but they do it begrudgingly.

Handful of change poised over the plastic cup, waiting for the barista to make eye contact, then dropped with a slight flick of the wrist for maximum resonance throughout the shop. Nickels create a particularly diverting racket.

Bills are arranged by value and slipped above its driver's side visor to provide a ready, but always small, tip for valet parking at the mall.

Quarters tucked neatly in the palm, because yeah, this latte is tasty, but what if I have to make a call at a payphone even though it's 2008?

Some of us have to do laundry. Laundry, the goodwillgirl.

Guh, laundry. I racked my brain for a use for quarters and could not come even remotely close.

(I am not so fancy that I do not have to pay to do laundry. I just have an elaborate prepaid card system in my apartment complex. That baloney machine only takes tens and twenties.)

Oh, I'll still almost always tip my change, whether it contains quarters or not. It's only when I have 3 full hampers of laundry to do and little or no underwear left that I begin to be a quarter-hoarder.

I always tip one dollar per coffee because I used to be a barista and I know how dependent one can be upon tips but also because I need quarters for the bus.

vending machines?

The 1991 Corolla can be relied upon for a solid 20 percent but the dinner is rarely more than $11.00 per person.

I ride a bike.

That simply shows that you are class.

The biggest make of asshole car is a Mercedes Benz anything.

I find that the Lexus line of cars tend to be assholes, the thought process being that their insurance is better than yours, and they don't particularly like their car enough to want to preserve it if you piss them off. Owners of BMWs, however, exhibit good driving manners, if only because they seem to value their cars.

The noise seems to be coming from his door panel ... which would mean Ray is playing fake engine noises through his stereo.

LOUD RUMBLING ENGINES, VOLUME 2

You still listen to Loud Rumbling Engines? Lame. Ever since they signed to a major label, they've been cranking out mass-produced 4-cylinder pop for emo high school kids. I remember back when they used to be cool. I saw them in 1982, in a club in Detroit. It was the best show I've ever seen. It was right after they released that split 7-inch with the Crying Infants. Man, it used to be all about the music .

This seems like a coincidence to a thing that's happening soon.... harsh noise dude The Rita is doing some shows based around dirt bike engines. he's a band, and he's working with Loud Rumbling Engines these days (opposed to the shark sounds and Giallo movies he processed before) and there will be recordings available. I'll blast them from such as a Corsica.

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I almost get run over by an Escalade every day of my life.

Get outta the road, Grandma!

Any mail today?

Maybe you might want to find out if there's someone that doesn't like you who is trying to hit you with an Escalade. This does not seem like a coincidence!

Someone wants to fuck him in the culo .

With an Escalade!

Looks like he gave her about eight hundo.

That's class money.

Nobody would want consideration to be over-considered.

i was partying with grannies before it was cool

I was partying with grannies when they were still underground.

I stopped partying with my Granny after she went underground.

You mean your Granny that I (dinosaur)... Boned?

(we were all referencing the latest xkcd strip right guys c'mon back me up here)

Goddammit it's acro canthosaur, not arco

Yeah the arcocanthosaur is the one that terrorizes all your hard work in SimCity 2000 disaster mode.

Grandma Bourbaki has been on the lam since she destroyed that germ warfare lab.

Glee! Simpsons reference!

Partying with grannies can be fun as hell. I have three friends -- sisters from Alabama -- whose mother, at approximately 75, is a hard-drinking, chain-smoking, piece of work, and we love her. At the reception for one of the sisters' wedding, her mother came up to me and another friend, cigarette hanging off her lip, put an arm around each of us, and half-croaked, half-drawled, lingering on every syllable: "I hope y'all are ready for some sayyrious drankin'." Way to get on my good side from the beginning.

I had my friend's old, hard-drinking, hard-smoking mother take me aside in high school and say, "It's OK, honey, I know you'll lose your v-card sometime soon." (This did not make me feel better.)

I've shuffled a few v-cards over the years, perhaps I could help you

You are about 4.5 years too late, my hedonistic friend. Sorry to disappoint.

I was partying with grannies in Grandma's Boy.

Was I an extra?

Since when does being ancient give you a right to throw yells at people like that. Get over yourself.

Or the right to cross without a walk signal?

An old lady once beat the hood of my car for five minutes while yelling at the top of her lungs. This was because I was too close to the crosswalk. Not ON the crosswalk, mind you, but too close to it. I am still frightened of old ladies.

Oh, i forgot, she beat the hood of my car with a giant roll of paper, the purpose of which is still a mystery. So, giant rolls of paper still seem vaguely threatening.

grannies are only good for guilty feelings and nasty sugar free candy

There's also the fact they give you money in Precious Moments greeting cards.

They are also experienced lovers.

dirty...very dirty.

Hi, meet hedonismbot.

I'd shake your hand but I've been masturbating furiously with it.

With his hand?

You should at least introduce yourself before you do this sort of thing.

You should be thankful he bothered to STOP doing it before introducing himself. Otherwise you might've gotten a free and rather unexpected shoe shine.

And by shoe he means ear

I find that I like you a lot more now that you have removed your creepy dollhouse window avatar. Now you look like someone I'm not afraid of!

Daidai laughed quietly to himself as he plotted step two of his malicious plan known only as Operation: Take Advantage of mystkmanat's False Sense of Security.

This would not be the first of Daidai's schemes to begin before it was even planned.

he probably wouldn't live to see the end of this plan either ...

daidai never did get out of prison...

Your friendly narrator was questioned, but the police could find no evidence of his crimes.

His shtick parodied and longevity questioned, daidai felt defeated.

However, with the capitalization of an opportunity to use the word "shtick", Operation: Kill i_love_kate moved into its final phase.

[will smith voice]Ah, hells no.[/will smith voice]

It is impordant to pardy with hot cuss grannies.

We now know what six hundo looks like being thrown out of a car window.

My main goal in life is to either die young or mature into a hot-cuss granny.

Yeah, I really want to be a cool grandpa, all insisting on playing my eye-cancer causing antiquated vidger games, smokin bud in the assisted-living place, all "Fine, arrest me! I'm ooooold!"

In Japan I backed my bike up into an old lady accidentally (it was dark) and all of a sudden I was getting straight lectured. I tried to open my hands and adopt a facial expression that communicated both my apologies and my complete lack of understanding of the Japanese language, but she kept on going.

Anyway, I bet there were hell of japanese cusses in there.

Old people. They do hate getting run over by cars.

So you basically want to be Little Brittle.

Somewhat, but with much class, I envision more of the Gift of Gab to Little Brittle's Eazy-E

You could always move the hyphen and become the rare "hot cuss-granny"

I see you are an xkcd fan.

I'd really like to skip middle age entirely and hop right from sexy 30-something to awesome badass granny yelling at kids to get off her lawn and then baking a pie.

Ray's kickin' it Marquis -style




I used to kick it Grand Marquis -style
. Now that was a car with a poor attitude towards humanity.

The police car for people who aren't the police!

Awww hell yeah , kickstart!
I rocked TWO of those muthas!

One of them was worked over by my wanna-be-whiteboy brother, with a blue shag dash and ceiling, and a giant stereo. It died about a year after I sold it to a friend (sorry for partying, bro).
The other one lived to blow a radiator and heat pump in the middle of the ghetto, as I was on my way home one night. That's a fun story...

A ducat for your dead child. Now clean off the wheels of my carriage.

The old lady seems to have sort of a thing against obstetricians and surgeons. How come I never meet cranky old people? All the ones I have known are sweetly senile.

I am filled with envy, thegoblins. The envy is brimming within me. Sloshing out my ears.

seriously. most old people i meet are super annoying.

Awww, don't talk bad about Pogo. He has a lot of respect here. At least talk bad about him in a lower voice so his ears can't hear you

Come visit my mother in about ten years. All my life she's carried around a rather pointy umbrella what to hit cars with while cussing up a storm. She's seriously been practicing for Old Age.

Aww man, thats what I do.

Aww shoot, I waited all day for an old broad saying cusses. Maybe I can beat her to those hundos.

ray considers using an octogenarian as an accessory, but then reconsiders.

What happened to "Fuck You" Fridays?

Fuck You!

Fuck you arcless Friday, Screw You!!

Fuck along, now.

When I was in middle school I used to always throw the change I got in the lunch line down at other tables, and watch them scamper for my nickel-and-copper detritus.

Now I sort of see it as being a real dick move, but back then nothing was more hilarious than watching other kids gasp and climb over each other to get six cents.
It's the simple things.

When I was in middle school I used to scamper for the dropped/thrown change of others. They thought I was a nincompoop, but who's laughing now?! The man with a plastic grocery bag with $25.47 saved from seventh grade!

I use it to bean hella suckers with.

This reminds me of the way we got other kids to do stupid, stupid things for tiny amounts of money.

Like the guy who drank half a bottle of Heinz 57 for $0.20, in one long chug. It was masterful.

Or the guy who was bet $10 (class money, at the time) to stick his hand in a fire ant hive for one solid minute.

The best part was we kept the $10. He only lasted 55 seconds.

One of my friends, who is coincidentally now my roommate, was always rather fascinated with the comedic possibilities of feces, which may or may not be on account of his being Japanese. He was also somewhat rich. You can imagine the results of this combination. After a number of relatively minor and harmless assignments such as getting someone to lick the floor of the physics lab for a dollar, he hatched his ultimate plan, which was to have a whole bunch of people to chip in for a sum large enough to make someone actually eat shit. After he spent several weeks somehow convincing one of the weird outcast kids (that is, weirder than the rest of us) who was sort of friends with a couple of people in our group to do it for $100 and getting 50 people to agree to chip in $2 each to watch, it turned out that only six people showed up in the end. Having already overcome god knows what amount of mental resistance to agree to this, and gone so far as to be standing there on the baseball field with a paper plate of his own turd that my friend had obligingly cut into bite-sized pieces with a plastic knife and fork, I imagine that he felt that he had gone too far to turn back and just wanted the whole thing to be over with. So he agreed to do it for $24 - $4 from each spectator.

I should note that I had decided early on to have no part of this and had neither contributed money nor attended the event. Rather, this account comes from the video that was shown to me after the fact and is now forever burned into my memory. Yes, for $24, the guy had agreed not only to eat feces, but to allow it to be immortalized on tape. The camera is somewhat shaky as it zooms in onto the plate, which the kid is holding in front of him while my roommate meticulously applies the finishing touches by fully separating the turd nuggets and poking one with the fork in order to demonstrate its authenticity. You see the kid pick up the smallest piece with the fork and hold it in front of him as incoherent chatter and cries of "oh shit, he's gonna do it!" come from the direction of the camera. For a second it looks like he's going to chicken out after all, but suddenly he steadies his hand, closes his eyes, and the fork disappears into his mouth. The camera zooms in on his face. He is struggling to swallow as his face contorts in ways never before thought possible. By the time someone realizes what is about to happen and yells "yo, you have to swallow it!" it's too late, and he has spit it out.

The tape stops here, but the aftermath is perhaps even worse. Because the kid did not achieve the goal of actually eating the poo, but only managed to hold it in his mouth for a bit, he was denied payment. In the end, each person gave him a dollar in consolation and he left with $6. Somehow his parents later found out and made him go to therapy as well as forbidding him from having contact with anyone in our group of friends. To top it all off, a week later my friend left the camcorder with the tape still inside in a public place, and it was stolen. This means that the tape is theoretically still out there and could surface as a viral video any day now.

Every time I tell this story I realize that my friends are awful people and I am an awful person for being friends with them.

I should add that this all occurred around junior year at a special math/science nerd high school full of weirdos with far too much free time on their hands.

This last bit sort of goes without saying.

You say "assignments". For what kind of class?

achilles has deemed my comment unworthy of an answer apparently.

Oh I thought it was rhetorical, and I couldn't come up with anything funny to answer.

Well, I just realized that the question made no sense, so no harm done.

This comes as a relief to me, because I thought I was beginning to lose my mind.

Did he tell you what shit tastes like? I have always been curious, but not curious enough to actually find out for myself.

Actually he didn't really want to speak to any of us afterwards, especially about that.

I have a friend who has told me a story that was almost the same (although it occurred on a trip in China and the person got a consolation $50, so it probably was not the same event).

Apparently, after it happened, the guy who had attempted to eat it told the guy it came from (it was apparently someone else's ) that he could tell he'd eaten rice that day.

So I think the answer is: It depends

To be fair, though, in China you could usually assume that someone had eaten rice that day, couldn't you? It's like some horrible, twisted parlor trick.

A lot like it smells like, actually...

And I'd guess it varies from person to person. Not everybody has the same diet.

I don't want to be rude, but can you describe the circumstances under which you learned all this?

Do you want the truthful (boring) version or the made up one which makes me sound like some sort of crazy sexual deviant?

One of each, please!

And a side of shitty fries.

Now I think about it, I can kinda get both in one.

I was watching some scat porn, and at the end there was an interview with the actress and she talked about what it tasted like.

[quote="tekende"]Did he tell you what shit tastes like?[/quote]
According to Frank Zappa, a lot like the buffet at the Holiday Inn in Fayetteville, North Carolina.

Oh, Assetbar, how could I be so arrogant ?

assetbar punishes you, and you thank it

BRAVO! THAT'LL BE HARD TO TOP!

I PITY THE NEXT...

TALE

OF

FUCK THAT'S TERRIBLE

One Dude, One Plate.

They did this on the baseball field? Did someone sing the national anthem beforehand?

THIS IS WHY YOU HAVE POOR FINANCIAL MANAGEMENT SKILLS

This should have been a Fuck You Friday strip.

Saying that to an elderly woman, who's had SEVEN babies no less, would be rather brusque.

Instead, Ray lets Messrs. Franklin do the talking for him.

Exactly. Peeling out in an old woman's face and throwing cash at her is a pretty clear "fuck you". C'mon people. Ray's got the chess board out and you're playing checkers!

He might have let Mr. Washington do the talking. That would have qualified as a Fuck You Friday.

What a dick

I also try to react with this much delight whenever someone calls me an asshole.

I love his naive joy.

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Done

I sincerely appreciate it.

In my 21 years I still have not met a dude like Ray. And I think I'm worse for it.

Trust me, you are.

That would be a problem if you met a dude like Ray.

Ray is a cat.

You are. A few years back, I knew a guy who was eerily like Ray. He was genuinely nice and very down-to-earth, yet at the same time, the idea of not being able to afford something just never really occurred to him. One of many examples:

One day I noticed he was driving a Crown Vic. This was not his usual type of car, so I asked what he was doing with it. Long story short, he was driving by the Mercedes dealership on the way home from work and noticed that the new SL-class was out. He stopped in and promptly traded in his current car on the best SL he could get. Then he realized that he needed something to drive during the 2-3 months it would take for his special-order SL55 AMG to arrive, so he went to a rental agency and asked for the best car they had sitting on the lot. Which was the Crown Vic.

Man, I wish I was that rich.

I work with a guy who's eerily like ray as well. Not as rich, mind you, but the same kind of well-meaning, generous to a fault dude who's not afraid to say fuck you.

I haven't seen a PT Cruiser in ages.

Keep an eye on the right-hand lane. Also, start frequenting Sonic more often.

My experience is that they're pretty exclusively the vehicle of choice of substitute teachers.

I can no longer think about PT Cruisers without mentally recalling this.

(Note: No one died. Seriously.)

Really? I'm genuinely pleased to hear that, as I always thought that whole business was very unfair to the pedestrian.
Unless he was terribly terribly maimed? Tell me he wasnt. (lie if necessary).

Snopes agrees that he lived. I couldn't find any followup report on the web, but articles from shortly after the crash indicate that he was expected to recover fully.

The other thing I found while searching is that the pedestrian was jaywalking--crossing against the "don't walk" signal. The traffic perpendicular to him had a green light. Given the speed of the car traveling in from the right side of the screen, he still might have been run over even if that car hadn't been hit by the car running a red light from the bottom of the screen. Be careful out there, folks.

We now return to your regularly scheduled cartoon about SUV-driving feline moguls and the cussing grannies who hate them.

TOONCES!

The cat who can drive a car, just not very well.


The original LOLcat. Marx and Engels. Martin Luther King shaking his head at Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton. Susan B. Anthony disavowing herself of Andrea Dworkin. And many other fine citizens who accomplished so much in return for so very little.

Looks like he'd have been over the road in time, but to truly know would entail a low-budget shockumentary with swooping GCI reconstruction footage.

This is apropos of nothing, but I have been trying for years to get ticketed for jaywalking, and nobody will do it. I don't care how busy the traffic is, how blatant you are about crossing directly in front of the cops, or what-- you will never, never, never get a ticket for jaywalking. Dammit.

you might be toooo sexay and/or white

Yea, this is true, but you don't even have to be black. My friend who has long hair and wears all sorts of grungy punk clothes with offensive slogans got a ticket for jaywalking when he wasn't actually jaywalking. He pretty much just has to go outside to get messed with by the cops.

I used to be punky! I have long hair! WHY WILL NOBODY GIVE ME A TICKET FOR JAYWALKING GODDAMN IT SO I CAN HANG IT ON MY WALL!

I have a notice of eviction framed on my wall. But not worries; it was all a hilarious misunderstanding!

(I didn't pay my rent!)

My understanding has always been that's a good way to get an eviction notice.

I know we aren't supposed to bring reality into these places, but knowing your last name and seeing you complain about that particular crime makes my pun center all tingly

You mean all those girls tied up in your basement aren't real?

Why do you think I want the ticket to hang on my wall?!

Come to arizona. They will ticket you on mill avenue. I witnessed this once, it was all Harold and Kumar but with a couple (white) young ladies stepping into the road and a motorcycle cop driving up out of nowhere, sirens a'blazin

Damn hooligans today

Oh, Ray. I love that little cartoon cat. Five, because the last panel is incredible. He is a class act.

you type like a woman

You haven't spoken to an offline woman in 24 years.

There are no online women. All real women are off having sex with guys who are not on computers. The only women online are named Jack and have a big veiny rack.

With hair on their back.

And very wicked sack.

And no...penis lack?

And a sweaty, sweaty crack

They're bringing sexy back.

You're all pedestrian hacks.

I see a red door, and I want to paint it black.

I think we nailed this track!

I would lick chocolate syrup off Roberta Flack

I'm the guy who's Black!

DAMMIT I wish I had saved some chubbies.

My dad used to mow the lawn in a pair of stubbies!

Nah.

I am sorry my typing revealed my gender. I should have made more of an effort.

Hey! It's one of my great-aunts!

Wait, no. She's not nearly violent enough.

Hooray for Tom Waits

No.

No?

At first glance I thought Ray was actually running the old lady over with his car.

AND tossing her six hundo?? That is crass as hell.

I WOZ RED DIS COMIX AN WOZ LIK O MA GOD DAT DID NT JUS HAPPN SO 5VD

amways, yall wan nok sumfink? erry damn day i getsn mor mor lik and samri its like i dun elp maself ur anting, ya no? jus halplins dat way but its lik uncolpete so harry carey stil not gud idea 2 me lik i dun ca da pont but i am comin arond 2 da idea in sum sishuashions is onli matta o tim befo i am 2 fah gon.
i as and samri sore so... wat dos dat tel u.

lates dood, gon tink abot tinkin hella pladoe styles

an attempt to translate...

i was reading this comic and was like o my God that did not just happen so fived.

anyways, y'll wanna know something? every damn day i get more and more like(?) a samurai(?) it's like i don't help myself or anything, you know? just happens that way but it's like incomplete(?) so harakiri(?) still not a good idea to me like i don't see the point but i am coming around to the idea in some situations it's only a matter of time before i am too far gone.
i have(?) a samurai sword so...what does that tell you.

lates dude, going to think about thinkin' hella Plato styles.


guys, you think this is for serious? should we be legitimately worried?

Very nice work.

I couldn't find my copy of the book.. but I think this might be one of the ending passages from Flowers for Algernon...

handface-a-rama!

Aye.

I'm here too.

You never call, you never write...

you just walk right back in and expect that everything is going to be okay again?! Well it's NOT OKAY, hellofyellin, it's NOT OKAY.

yeah hellofyellin... there was good times, good times. you went and got a LIFE didn't you! DIDN'T YOU!

Oh fuckit I am late to this party.

Yeah, yeah.

*panting* Hey guys! Isn't it the weirdest thing? When I overheard you talking about the party, you must have accidentally given me the wrong address! I ended up in Vermont! What a hilarious misunderstanding! So, who wants to hear a hilarious story about a possum?

The possum better get up to hijinks!

Is there any other kind of story about possums?

In other words, I do.

I'm very late, sorry. I am a possum, and that's my story.

He's bona fide!

He's got papers.

In Latin America we rave about old women who don't cuss. It is believed one comes to exist whenever a species of animal goes extinct. They are usually appointed to the Legislature and taken to bars where they wow the patrons with how inoffensive their speech is.

It's kind of the same here in the South, but instead of cusses, it's racism-tinged remarks that make you cringe on the inside and think "it's just a product of the times, is all".

Old ladies are masters of the art of subtle, patronizing racism. A few gems I've heard from my family:

- "I was in the waiting room at the doctor's office today, and a young black man got up and offered me his seat! He was a fine gentleman, just as polite as could be. Can you believe that?!"

- "I heard Alan Keyes on the news the other day. I was suprised; I couldn't believe how well-spoken he was fo-- (slightly awkward pause).. Well I was very impressed with what he had to say."

This doesn't just happen with old ladies. Unfortunately it also happens in awkward conversations with my future mother-in-law.

I enjoy the old-timey prostitution ad in your avacon

Thank you, it is actually from Achewood!

Do you recognize it!?

*bzzzzz*

The sign on the barber's shop that RB visits before his wedding?

That is correct.

But I need to know - did you know it!? Or did you have to go and find it?! Because if that's the case, I could definitely enjoy this game.

I knew it as well. It is much too recent to be a good hunting prospect. I do enjoy taking innocent signs out of context as potentially immoral prostitution adverts though

Give us an example of a potentially moral prostitution ad.


That picture looks like a Public Service Announcement:

John was living his dream. As a janitor in the Coast Guard, he mopped up after seasick sailors by day and partied at ports all along the Eastern Seaboard by night.

Trixie was on top of the world. As a prostitute on the Baltimore docks, she got to meet exciting people every day and have sex with them for money.

Their perfect worlds came crashing down on a fateful night in 2002 when John's ship docked in Baltimore.

John never used a gunny sack. Trixie had stopped taking her c--- pills because they'd caused her to gain weight.

Now they're the parents of septuplets (not pictured: John Jr., currently residing in the pediatric rehab unit at Lincoln General Hospital).

John's dishonorable discharge earned him a dishonorable discharge from the Coast Guard. Trixie's pimp fired her the minute her water broke. Their dreams shattered, they now live in a suburban neighborhood. John toils as a bank president to support his family, while Trixie struggles to balance the demands of parenthood with her grueling schedule as president of the political action group, Mothers Against Candy.

John and Trixie never thought this could happen to them.

Always Use Protection

Oh see my grandparents just straight up use the N-word and give books to my father about how black people just don't have the mental faculties white people have. A good quote from the family reunion last week was, "You just never know with those Indian and Arab doctors." My dad countered by saying that actually, all Indian people are really hardworking! The most progressive we can get in my family is positive stereotypes.

I am escaping the South tomorrow, thank the nonexistent Lord about whom I have heard way too much in the past two weeks.

congratulations
i am proud of you
(says a man who is posting a comment here at 1:11 EST)
(p.s. this means I am not a man who you care if I am proud of you or not)

Streever, you know I have been trying to make you proud ever since I was a little girl, but your expectations are just so demanding, and sometimes I slip up a little bit, but I'm trying my best I swear!

Gratuitous at this point, but since it was somewhat topical I thought I'd share my Grandfather's reason for not becoming a police officer, "I couldn't be a policeman, 'cuz I'd shoot any *[black person] who looked at me cross-eyed."
He explained this to me when I was about 8, while I was riding in the back of his childhood ambition realized: a red caddy, all-white leather interior.
*n-word.

Well to his credit, he refrained from becoming a policeman instead of becoming one just so he could do that. Given the Sean Bell case and others like it, it seems there are like-minded people without the same restraint.

Along the same vein, my grandma is a proud Southerner with General Lee commemorative plates on her wall. She recently visited her home state of South Carolina, and bought a sticker of the state flag to put on her car.


A few days later, she removed the sticker from her car, because she was afraid her neighbors would see the crescent moon and think she was "an Arab or something."

Okay, I have to say I was just in South Carolina for the first time last week, and I was really confused about the Islamic-looking crescent. I was also confused as to why half the flags in the city of Charleston lack the crescent, but I guess maybe it's because of sentiments like your grandmother's. (To Charleston's great credit, I did not see a single Confederate flag there, not even at Fort Sumter.)

Well, then I guess I shouldn't judge her too harshly for that.

Of course, there's still the time she said she didn't understand rap, but that she appreciated that black people "have more rhythm than us." Oh, and when she stopped donating to a charity organization because she found out they help people on welfare.

What does anybody think about this: Shouldn't the States have the right to leave the Union? I mean trying to keep slavery is a hell of fucked up reason, but even so, shouldn't we be able to break it up if it ain't working. That's the part that always gets me about the Confederacy. Not the slavery - that's disgusting. But the freedom to opt out - that seems like a pretty reasonable thing. No?

It just seems like at this point the US as a big nation does more harm than good. I think we'd be better off as 7 or 8 smaller countries. Try it though and Lincoln's zombie marches on your ass.

Yea I mean I generally feel the same way - if a majority of the population of any given region wants self-determination for whatever reason, they should get it (hint: there's a war going on right now over this). But whenever you make this argument someone is always like "well if we let them do it then EVERY little ethnic region would be wanting independence," to which my answer is, "so?" The only problem I guess is when the borders are in dispute or two groups are claiming the same land. But "protecting the territorial integrity" of the larger country sounds like a BS reason to me.

Anyway, I heard the reason we didn't let the Confederacy go is because we needed the farmland or something like that.

There's probably dozens of such wars going on at the moment. I agree with the principle, but there's plenty of situations where it doesnt automatically follow. Is the majority large enough to justify a nation state following the majority group's wishes? Is the whole point of the idea to negate the human rights of a minority (i.e: the Confederacy? I dont know enough to say). Is it a pretext for imperialist expansion (see Sudetenland and arguably South Ossetia at the moment).

Flipping heck, it's an 'Explore Serious Issues in a Superficial Way Sunday'.

If some state really does want to leave the union at some point in the future, that would mean that the fabric of culture and society has broken down to the point where we have a state full of fucktards, or conversely and more likely, a state full of people who are sick and tired of being part of a country where all the other states are populated chiefly by fucktards. Either way, I guess I'm saying that we'd have bigger problems to worry about than this abstract and intellectual exercise in conjecture.

Along similar lines... What if the entire planet decides it wants to leave the United States?.... what then? To give this some perspective, I will propose the idea that the US right now is to much of the world what trolls are to Assetbar.

A state deciding it wants to be independent does not necessarily have anything to do with fucktardism. If you look at successful independence movements in the past, many of them occur because the main state is exploiting the minority state or committing atrocities at it. This is not likely to happen again within the US, because there are SO MANY resources distributed all across the country, and Americans are happy if they are comfortable.

I also don't mean to imply that the North was exploiting the South, though to a certain extent they probably were and the Civil War was definitely motivated more by economic concerns.

Yeah I agree with you I am talking about the US states here, not states/provinces/pseudo-nations in other countries. I think in the US fucktardism is the most likely reason why one or more states would want to split off in the foreseeable future.

Yeah the US civil war was, as I understand it, about economic concerns and NOT about freeing the slaves. Lincoln personally was friendly to the cause of emancipation, but he knew that he couldn't, and didn't try to, sell the North on the civil war on that basis alone.

Confederacy is what the South wanted ie: more states' rights, not just slavery (which they tell you in school: the Civil War was NOT over slavery, it was over states' rights and secession). Up until then people debated about states vs. federal rights more than the issues we debate today (say, welfare or abortion or gay marriage) because all those things would have been solely under states' jurisdiction but more likely is that people didn't think things like that had to be made explicitly legal or illegal. Then the Square Deal and New Deal made the government more involved etc etc OH MAN THIS WORLD IS PRETTY COMPLICATED AND I MIGHT JUST BE TALKING OUT OF MY ASS AGAIN

I will say this: if it wasnt for Dr Manflesh, we'd all be speaking German now.

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To give this some perspective, I will propose the idea that the US right now is to much of the world what trolls are to Assetbar.


That would be a swell analogy if there were a large stream of Assetbarians trying to move into the trolls' spare bedrooms.

I think he meant the first world mostly. And the fact that we exploit cheap immigrant labor is hardly a cause for pride.

$1.50/ day average wage in some parts of Mexico. $6.55/ hour minimum wage for an American worker. How we treat immigrant workers, while it could definitely improve, is certainly not cheap or exploitative by world standards. Arguably, the billions of dollars in remittances that go back to the poorest places in the world are a cause for pride.

chubbied for your avatar.

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To give this some perspective, I will propose the idea that the US right now is to much of the world what trolls are to Assetbar.


Due to President Bush's expansion of our aid programs, the U.S. now gives four billion dollars a year in direct developmental and humanitarian aid to Africa. His approval rating in Africa, according to a Pew survey conducted earlier this year, is in the high eighties. Here's a neat little chart from mid-2007.



U.S. GDP for 2007 was over four times the GDP of the closest nation (13.8 Trillion v. 4.3 Trillion for Japan). Given that the U.S. GDP composes over 25% of the world's GDP as a whole, the fact that the U.S. comes on top when you use percentages indicates an even more gaping disparity in the actual numbers.

Anyways, I'm glad AIU chose to give all of us millions of his money to solve our problems. Real classy of him, you know? He doesn't get nearly enough credit for that.

Haha! Fuck you, Canada!

(one cold tear slips down my cheek)

Way to go, Doc! However, while your response would seem to be apposite, I believe you are dealing in this case with affluent, self-loathing Westerners. Objective facts are not going to interfere with these casually tossed-off truisms.

As far as I know, "the rest of the world" doesn't consist of Africa alone. If I had the energy, I would dig up the polls where Europeans consistently rank the U.S. as being one of the primary threats to world peace. Now whether or not you agree with them is another matter, but to say that we're hated in much of the developed world is hardly a "casual truism".

As for aid figures, I'd like to see them alongside the amounts of money that we've spent funding right-wing dictators, ousting democratically elected leaders, and of course invading and occupying other countries. The net difference would perhaps be a more accurate measure of "global goodwill" if such a thing even exists.

Elbox will not let this patriotism go unchallenged.

Oh for goodness sake, achilleselbow, please dont give a fuck what us Europeans think. As if people can't be resentful dicks with worthless opinions, just because they live in 'sophistimacatedland' and eat 'crassonts' and speak foreign and so on. Europeans do all that nasty American stuff, except we dont do the 'overthrow the dictator we installed and set up a democratic government' bit - we just moan about the Americans instead, and feel all superior doing it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go to the boulangerie and buy a baguette in my Smart car. (And I'm not even French!)

One (or possibly both) sides of this debate is/are pretty quick to jump from statistics to conclusions, and is/are using statistics that have been fed to them by a series of simplistic and polarizing mass-media properganda and marketing campaigns, without really having much of a grasp at all on the issues. Can anyone present please reference any books that might coherently support your line of thinking? Like say, _Crude_ by Sonia Shah?

Hey pal, YOU'RE the one who came up with the dopey analogy comparing a country of 300 Million to message board trolls. I must have missed the footnote. It's not Friday, I realize, but fuck along now.

"Heh, no though." and the US throws Africa a wad of hundo's (hundoes?) from the window of its escalade, and peels off. Alright, it isn't the same. So, what? Fuck you, Canada.
"...and while we're at it, fuck Mother's Day and Christmas, too."

Technically, Texas is the only state that's allowed to pull out of the Union-- it was a condition of our statehood.

Not so!

https://www.tsl.state.tx.us/exhibits/annexation/part5/question11.html

Back in the line, Texas!

Apparently not, but I have heard that Texas has a legal right to split into as many as 5 States. I believe I would be all for that.

Is it true that the five states muft be named 'T', 'E', 'X', 'A', and 'S'? I hope so.

That one is true . It's called the Constructicon Clause.

Well... is it at least true that we're the only state that's allowed to fly the state flag at the same level as the country's? I would research it but since you've already destroyed one Texas myth, I'd let you complete my disillusionment.

Don't you also have your own Navy?

Nah. Scram, Texas. Go on, git.
https://www.snopes.com/history/american/texasflag.asp

And they do have their own Navy, but it's basically just a Commemorative Organization. YAWN

Sorry, Texas.

heh woops.

They had Constitutional rights I think to secede but they didn't do it correctly? (Article V, which basically says if a majority of the states talk it over, we could basically change the government, secede, etc. but today it's only used for amendments). Lincoln felt it was important to have a unified country but it might have had to do with the South's agriculture.

But this is all hearsay and scuttlebutt as I haven't been in an admirable politics class since 12th grade.

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Week Ending. See you Monday Achewood!

After the weak-ass few false start arcs prior to the Wedding, and of course the brutally beautiful and funny Wedding Arc, we get these awesome few one-offs.

Hopefully we get a new Arc soon, though, or at least connect this strips together...


Fuck, blew the comment, blaming it on the beer. Second attempt: Can't wait until I'm old, cussin' everyone out who pisses me off. The nurses in the home will be all "What do those tattoos MEAN?" And I'll just say, "Guess you had to be there, now give me my pain pills, bitch, and fuck off".

Why wait until you're old? I do that now.

I do, but sometimes there are Terrible Consequences.

Not that this has anything to do with anything, but your avatar is annoyingly spellbinding. I just lost about five minutes of my life.

[b]OFF TOPIC[\b]
It occurred to me that bacon is the midas of foods. Everything it touches turns to Delicious.

What if it touches OTHER BACON.

What if it touches PEOPLE.

What if it touches CLITS.

LOVE THEM.

GREASY.

Orezscu Catering

Amuse geule:
Bacon-Wrapped Scallop "Clits" in White Garlic-Lemon Cream Sauce

Nice Pete Catering

Same thing without the quotation marks

And good old country potatoes and eggs instead of all that woman food.

You will be enjoying toast points with a roe from 26 year old women all under five feet tall

[url]https://www.newscientist.com/channel/being-human/mg19826604.200-human-egg-makes-accidental-debut-on-camera.html]Roe you say?[/url]

Strike one

oh my god this is so my life except with an electric scooter and one-peso coins

The ending isn't weak! The ending displays Ray's hidden thought throughout the whole comic, i.e. What did you say to me woman? Here have some dollars and a face full of dust.

Raymond Q. Smuckles, you stop that right now. It is hell of rough on an engine to do burnouts on the rev limiter like that. Boy ain't got no goddamn sense. - Ray's dad.

The strip would be so much better if Ray was tossing out six bills of indeterminable value instead of eight.

You've dropped the ball on this one, Onstad.

naw, Ray didn't care this time...
and it will come back to bite him in the bum later.

I've been there before minus the money.

Chris Onstad is getting way better at drawing SUV's


he bought one now
so he can use a lot of gas
it was his goal

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let's try this again

That's what you get for drinking gin with bears, you traitor.


That looks queerly alien to me. Like all of a sudden it's going to blid the populace of the world and then devour us one by one.

old british sci-fi film reference! do you remember what the fim was called?

Day of the Triffids?

Man, who ain't know that.

Thanks for the info. Yeah I checked it out on Wikipedia just now and damn that's some scary stuff. With all the crazy technology and bio/machine hybrid stuff they got going on now I wouldn't be half surprised if a bunch of half-robot half-killer bees doesn't come after us all one of these days.

I guess it's a fantasy, for whatever reason, that a lot of people have, of being among a small group of the last people left alive in all civilization. Well, there is a lot about civilization that we could do without... More and moreso every day it seems.

What would be your favorite benefit from having 99.9999% of humanity wiped out by triffids? Discuss..

Well, you would almost certainly be dead. I'd like that.

Eheheheh just kidding.

*tosses bills out the window and peels away*

yeah no but seriously I think all of us hardcore internet users would survive we would have our eyes glued to video of the strange radiation on utube we wouldn't actually look out the window at it, so our eye sight would be saved.

And this week's award for Inappropriately Rough Chuckles goes to: aperson! Congratulations, aperson, now come on up to the podium to claim your prize: a dead poodle named Speedy with tire tracks across it. Haha, just kidding! It's not quite dead yet. Now hurry and pick up your prize before we donate it to a home for troubled youth.

I couldn't be at the ceremony so my thankyou video comes from my luxurious kitchen. At the end, I say once again thankyou all, "and Speedy thanks you all too!" - at this I hold up the large just-cooked pie that has been sitting on the counter, and wink cheekily.

Also hedonismbot is wearing a sweater and playing the part of my loving wife, and our children are two attractive child models, rented for the occasion.

You are COMPLETELY in touch with the zeitgeist. Almost to scary levels, really.

The child models are rented from a guy I know. He kidnaps grown men and women and feeds them a delicious cocktail of hormones to make them regress into childhood. The sweater I am wearing is made of their hair.

pinesol completely just flashed us the sunflower!

really it was gin_with_bears who posted it there but he gave up after two tries, (which I find hilarious by the way... like being too drunk to unlock your apartment door... and saying 'fuck it, I'll just sleep in the hallway')

I really should have specified that I was correcting his post, in case anyone was curious. To save the trouble of digging through his htbb code to see what it is. So in case anyone is curious, that's what it is. a giant sunflower. with philippe with rabbit ears or something.

since you succeeded, you are credited.

the end.

There is a game where one takes the model name of every SUV one sees during a ride [eg. Explorer, Navigator, Blazer] and shouts out the name preceded by the word "Anal". Laughter and/or groans follows. Also stony silence.

Such as: Anal Explorer, Anal Navigator, Anal Blazer.

Your turn.

Anal International Harvester Scout! This is fun

Anal GX470 you say!


Oooh, you mean like Anal Cherokee.

Anal Rover.

Anal Torrent.

(Slogan: Born to Run )

Anal Escape

(sponsored by Lemmiwinks)

Anal Prairie Joy.

Mmmmmmm.

Anal Cayenne.

Ay Caramba!

Anal Bumcover?

On my walk home just now, I passed by a Hummer. I don't want to play this game any more.

Anal Pajero Anal FJ40 Anal Landcruiser Troopcarrier Anal Vitara Anal Samurai, ahh there we go!

Anal Highlander Hybrid!

There can be only one!

This would mean I'm the proud owner of an Anal Matrix.

This sort of thing happened to me once. I pulled a bit too far into the crosswalk and accidentally blocked the ramp to the curb for a handicapped girl's motorized cart. I couldn't back up because of the car behind me, and I got an earful from her caretaker for that week.

When you do it you feel shitty, but when you get called on it you just want to tell that person to fuck off, what can you do?

if you are in the U.S., nothing. When virtually no one walks, people just aren't in the habit paying attention to the needs of pedestrians. A major redesign of pedestrian routing systems would be needed.

Or tactical nukes in wheelchairs...

I think this strip is funnier if you pretend the old woman is crying "VRRUM-UM-UM-UM-UM-UM" is shock.

Blastradius,
Your comment was lamed right the fuck off the face of the planet before I had the chance to reply to it, but remember that strip way back in ought-3 when Ray passed out in the hallway of Hotel Satan, or whatever, and a hell-flower leans out of the wallpaper to remind him of the time he quipped off-handedly, "Hey kid, no retard should pay to eat" and threw him a 20? This strip seems an articulation of previously alluded to, but rarely seen, super-rude Ray moments, like the retard thing.
Incidently, I think I've seen similar situations in other comics; say, Calvin entertaining the idea of friendship with Suzie for a panel or two, realizing the impracticality of it, then "heh...no, though" and whack: snowball to the face. I'd like the last four panels to show up in Marmaduke: A five (unwieldy?) panel strip in which Marm's owner stands in silent reflection next to his dog for four panels then in the fifth, "heh...no, though" and puts one right through Marmaduke's huge fucking head.

I love her facial expression in the second-to-last panel ... She's been sitting there for about fifteen seconds waiting for him to respond and he's smirking and gesturing to himself. She's all, "what?"

I'm sorry if this is the wrong day, I forget when this tattoo came up.



NO REGRETS


SVG version that can basically be blown up as big as you feel like.

He must work out.

You are the man who has done this thing!

I only saw only the bottom fifth of this picture after I posted and it took me a lot of courage to scroll up.

Ray is so rich he pays a self imposed tax to the people whenever he acts like an asshole

Ray takes pity. That is why he's friends with Beef and signed the Sexual Homeboys.

Jeez, I must be tired - I tried to get an alt-text on the New Yorker piece.... *burh*

Ray Smuckles: He Gets Bitched Out By Hot-Cuss Grannies

What a bitchy bitch-bitch.

Is Ray tapping the glass with his foot in the third panel?

That's the granny tapping on his window.

I'd make a joke about your age, but Pogo's got me all maxed out.

dammit you guys this is why most people my age on the internet pretend to be 17.

I don't think that's why...

Well, in my experience they try to pretend to be 18, for other reasons. However, I'll treat you like an adult.

I was tapping your mom's glass with my foot last night. And by glass I mean ass. And by foot I actually mean my foot.

ERRYBOD ID LIK AS SOMTING 4 SAYL

i hasnt eated 2 day but si noit lik i can jus et watever, yha no?


lol i came...lol 2 da conclussian dat yall may not av 4skin. lol, ow man yo doods is sircimsised an ow man o u is and compelt man 9lik me), ya no?


EVERYBODY I'D LIKE SOMETHING 4 SALE (?)

I haven't eaten today, but it's not like I can just eat whatever, you know?

Haha, I came...haha to the conclusion that you all may not have foreskin. haha, ow man you dudes are circumcised and ow man, oh, you is a complete man (like me), you know?

It's "how many of you dudes are circumcised and how many of you is an complete man like me?"

I'd like to think that gladi8orrex has finally found his niche. His posts recently have become a lot more consistent.

Found his niche, or got stuck in a rut, by the way I am uncut!

If uncut, I would use my foreskin to smuggle small electronics or almonds from place to place.

Almonds need no smuggling; they are the world's most acceptable nut. Mind the pun, you might trip on it.

I am proud to be a compelt man. Thank you gladi8orrex for showing me the best way to describe the fact that I have foreskin.

Pistachios, however, must be secreted in a false bottom. IT IS THE LAW.

I suspect the title is actually something along the lines of "EVERYBODY I'D LIKE HAS SOMETHING 2 SAY" -> "Everybody should have something to say" -> "I want everybody to answer this"

That's just what I got from it though, I could be wrong.

I'm not circumcised.

Yeah sorry, I'm a terrible translator, I just saw the post sitting there and knew something needed to be done.

I'm surprised I don't have a billion lames just for being a terrible person.

That old lady just slows him down.
Ray has better things to do on the other side of town.

this is one of my favorite achewood strips i mean it is just one of the best.