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Solo, by ChatSack with Karl Lagerfeld Friday, January 13, 2006 • read strip Viewing 67 comments:

With Karl Lagerfeld makes this one.

Lagerfeld all processing down a row of mocked up chatsacks. Lagerfeld purses his lips, shakes head, waves finger dismissively. His eyes alight on his favourite, and with a nod to an underling, the wheels of production are set in motion.

Why this comment isn't getting more chubbies than mine is beyond me.

Chubbied for humility. You are an admirable being, dropkickpikachu.

V-chub.
(those weren't even invented 5 months ago). Ah knuckleheads from the day...

Which is an odd choice, because there's a bad Lance Armstrong joke lurking around in this strip for sure.

That's what I was waiting for!

And yet here it is!

Karl Lagerfeld is the one with the fan, right?

dual-ball base model makes it a 5

Onstad draws a mighty fine cat's paw holding a sac-phone.

Ray imagines that he might end a call because there are three fake testicles hanging from his phone.

"Can't talk now, bro. I'm three-ballin'."

I use that all the time, all the time

How is this arc not rated any higher? I think the people giving the low ratings don't realize that this is making fun of an actual product that people actually buy and put on their cars.

You use THAT all the time? What are you, me?

Because despite its awesomeness... it doesn't have Philippe, Vlad nor Cartilage-Head.

You have to maintain a sense of subjectivity here.

[IMGS OFF]

Wait, you mean this is an actual product and people actually buy it?

Oh, sorry, I just repeated your sentence. I'm European, I catch on some American marketing trends rather slowly...

Is the usual response "What?"

Agree with me, friend, that the target demographic for Ana-Tomix calls everyone 'bro', regardless of gender or social context.

These new ChatSacks are SICK bro!

5 for "the market demands non-linear value."

"Interestingly, no." as if he did research that revealed the fact about non-linear value. Classic ray

anyone else notice that the base model and the triple-play have pubes, but the Solo has a pornstar cut?

Good eye.

now THAT is some non-linear value. but it would be cool if they could do some value in the shape of a star or hitler's mustache, too.

Um... I don't see any pubes there.

A comment left by pwb was marked lame too many times and excluded. (marked lame by NeoNaoNeo, mattfish, iidebaser, STUART)

If those are pubes, they are hella scarce.

Oh, wait, you fools. They don't mean those lines, they mean the black patches where they connect to the handheld.

How could you drag me down with you like that.

I think everybody's wrong; the black bit where they attach looks like just a little lanyard loop hole, whereas the place the Solo attaches looks more like sewn leather, like a baseball. Luxury items do sewn leather all the time.

I thought it was just an empty "hole" where you attach your favorite set of balls. That would make the single-ball model hanging from a pursed... No, you're right.

Everyones got their first strip. This is mine. You can see what I thought Achewood was going to be like.

Completely fucking awesome?

I'm mega jealous of all you chaps, with your "first strips." I do not remember the first strip of achewood that I read. I don't have a certain special one all for myself.

I started at the first one, after being referred here by a friend.

I started at the first one, after being referred here by Freezepop. Sadly, I do not know them personally.

I'm going to third that, I started at the first one too.

my first strip was the one about the book..."THEN HOW COME YOU SOLD YOUR EYES?!"

so great.

I saw the one where Todd is doing coke at Phillipes birthday party and it led me here. The rest is from.....history!

I... I would buy this.

use of this phone requires nuts to be in a extremely close proximity to your chin

I used to do it with a dude who only ever had one ball

and here you are thinking you have nothing in common with Eva Braun.

I don't know how that makes me feel.

if you're anything like me, it must be an unholy melange of FEAR and AROUSAL.

Thank you for properly articulating my emotions

so what are we naming our first child? i'm thinking Millicent for a girl, and Lozenge for a boy.

I don't get it.


You're weird.

Lozenge is ancient Gaelic for 'he who walks unbeknownst into streetposts.' Fitting because there is a reasonable chance our boy would be retarded. (born near Chernobyl)

stop it

jeez. its just the INTERNET.

That was awesome you guys!

That was actually really fucking funny.

I think the funniest part is that bovine is listed as Female to blarghamagarky's Dame, and therefore their chance of having children is slim to none, even if it weren't the Internet.

This is no longer the case, as Bovine is now listed as Male.

Sex-change?

What makes this for me is the way Todd is totally rapt in attention, just hanging off every word Ray says. "F-F-Four Balls?!" You can feel his mind exploding. (yes, just like in that strip from the awful Todd talkshow arc. Wait, did I say awful? I meant... aw shit, the game is up)

Good call. Todd is in waaaay over his skis in this meeting:

"Yeah! Yeah! 'Course!"
"Huh!"

He hasn't a fuckin' clue what Ray's on about, does he? He just wanted six million bucks, and now it's all this ...

Manchy kabook noonee Solo.

For about three months, Han Solo's carbonite tomb featured a dangling chatsack in the obvious place.

" Wermo sleemo parchee Chatsack! Ho Ho Ho Ho. "

Then Greedo was found with them in his creepy tube-mouth and Jabba decided to move them to the tailpipe of his sail barge. You can just make them out on the laserdisc version of Return of the Jedi .

I adore Ray's fingernail-style claws.

Have you never seen a real live cat before?

Maybe. They're the ones that go 'meow', right?

The ones with retractable claws, instead of fixed nails, as depicted in the strip?

Maybe you're thinking of dogs?

"And i'm Threeeee! Threeballin!"

( Yeah I'm Three! Three-ballin'! )

Somebody had to, right?

I am so angry that you beat me to this.

(not really)