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Roast Beef's Aluminum Underpants Friday, May 19, 2006 • read strip Viewing 45 comments:

This is such a wierd story arc but I ended up getting into it.

No brain tumors exactly

Molly is a crafty DIY queen. Awesome. She and Beef are so awesome together.

I totally forgot that it was Molly who made these and what the original reasoning was. This makes it even more brilliant.

This is one of my favorite story arcs.

This is the first Achewood story arc I read. I was flabbergasted, but hooked.

I was in the same position, and had the same reaction.

ditto here

The whole story arc is manufactured out of pure magic mined from the valleys of Avalon itself.

Mmm, lycopene.

I'd be uncomfortable dipping fries that close to my package.

When you sit down at a table, and there's ketchup on the table? It's probably not that much further away.

Be more comfortable with your dick, saint.

Molly is a lady who Cares.

i love molly's stockings.

Depressingly enough, ain't none of us ever gonna score us a Molly. Beef 'n Molly could live a thousand years, they will still smile at each other.

sorry to disagree doggie but my girl is a doctor who gave me a children's book about dinosaurs falling in love

never give up hope

my girl buys me sub sandwiches by surprise and helped me steal a car once.

never give up hope.

My girl plays Resident Evil and Dynasty Warriors.

Never give up hope.

What the dang crap, guys?! All these years I have been that girl , and only now do I find out there's actually a demand for it?

Man what in the hell.

Oh hell and damn yes. A demand, indeed.

You just gotta find the men who want that girl. Go door to door if you have to, and the right man will appreciate it

Look...if you're the kind of girl that would date soticoto, then I won't be able to feel sorry for you when you wake up one day to him dancing in a mini-skirt with your intestines draped around his neck like a scarf and him barking at you playfully.

Holy shit. Perfect.

sigh...

Never give up hope.

Man, that's the real shit. I had a Molly but let her go. Gotta get perspective, man. Gotta know a Thing.

my girl surfed me down the stairs like a human boogie-board and I was weeping all the while.

Okay so my girlfriend is less of a Molly and more of a Lyle

chubby for the rhyme, and for some reason i hear johnny cash singing this.

This strip should be etched into stone so that all will know its greatness.

Lycopene-rich ketchup huzzah!

alt: Stitched with copper wire, lined with thick jersey cotton, these underpants have a tare weight of 12 ozs.

He got me with 'tare weight'.

We all have friends like this, ones with a girl, whom even though they have troubles with, have these perfect, utterly sweet (utterly geeky) moments, that it just makes you tear up, wondering if you'll ever have anything as special.

lycopene!

I'm considering adopting Molly as my role model. But Robert Ripley has served me well these last ten years. What to doooo?

Want.

No wait.

NEED.

...we needs it.

why has no one mae a concept of this!?!

I want a girl like Molly.

Scratch that it's not possible. I want Molly. Sorry.

So go to the pound, adopt a cat, and name her Molly. There you go.

Also: yiff in hell, fur fag ry!

Molly's gonna feel kinda awful when Beef develops Alzheimer's of the ding-a-ling from aluminum leeching into his junk - all having to feed Beef's ding-a-ling lukewarm mush with a padded spoon after it no longer remembers how to get mad rutty or not piss on itself.

If it's wrong for this thought to bring chubbies, I don't want to be right.

Okay, last panel: the word "dippin'"--is Beef using it as a verb or an adjective? What's your perspective?

My perspective is that you shouldn't do anything that looks like dipping french fries into your peehole and then eating them. Even when you're all alone. Just... just don't.

I just don't want to answer the phone later, and accidentally let slip that I am rinsing dippin' sauce out of my ding-a-ling armature cup.

My ding-a-ling, my ding-a-ling,
I want to play with my ding-a-ling-a-ling.
-Chuck Berry

The one time I see these two getting along and this is what happens...

What about the sodium in the fries, beef?