Girls Are Pretty
For the record, Girls Are Pretty.
I'm also doing a fun Mario and Luigi story at Wigu, if by "fun" I mean "extremely violent."
Also, I realize I keep forgetting to draw my tattoos. I have to mow today, give me a break.
posted by jeffrey rowland at 3:06:00 PM
17 Comments:
I KNEW becoming a lesbian was a good idea!
Oh, you have conversations with your wang too? Thank God, I thought I was the only one!
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Dammit, I always forget about it, but it's like clockwork. Every spring, my genitals start talking to me again.
Pretty Girl Said:
"Thursday, April 07, 2005
Your Lover Is Gonna Die Day!
In that hotel room, if you don't get her outta there, she's gonna die of the pills that are keeping her from running away from you.
You brought her up here to the lake to hunt for Champy, the sea beast sighted in Lake Champlain. When you planned the trip, you treated it like a lark with a little bit of "what if" thrown in. But your lover had a different idea.
"If we find this sea serpent, we'll be pretty famous right?" she asked.
You shrugged and said that you guess so.
"And we'll, like, own the thing too won't we?" she asked. "Like, if the Smithsonian or the MOMA wants to get their hands on it they'll have to pay us a shitload. We'll rent out the fucker."
You suggested that actually gaining physical ownership of the mythical sea serpent might be far more difficult a task than the two of you are prepared for.
"But a picture would be nice," you said. When she looked like she was about to leap from the bed and tear your eyelids off your face, you added that a picture would fetch quite a lot of money from various outlets.
She locked herself in the bathroom for two hours while you knocked.
"My drug addiction is expensive," she said when she finally let you in so that you could pull the hair from her face while she sat on the toilet seat lid.
"I know it is," you said.
"I need some way to come up with the money to buy my drugs without having to work," she said. "This Champy thing is my last hope."
But of course, Champy was nowhere to be found. And her pills soon ran out. You have been making treks into neighboring towns and scoring pills that at least end her pain, if they won't get her high. But she's been ingesting narcotics without any regard for what came before or what's coming next. Keep this up and she'll die within the month.
But if you stop giving her whatever drugs you can find, she'll run off back to the city. She's horrible, but you have to keep her close to you. She may not be what you used to dream of, but you know your heart. She's the one.
Happy Your Lover Is Gonna Die Day!"
Lol, the Origins of Krackmaster K
a cemetery is the only place that can (usually) counteract the springtime talking wang.
dude, girlsarepretty is awesome! i have been reading it religously for a while now. i sit at work and will just spend hours going through the archives...and i get paid for it. yes!
this comic captures so well what being a guy is like sometimes
My wang and I don't talk anymore since the "Centerfold" incident. On the plus side, I get a lot more yardwork done.
First you raise my hopes of seeing more of the Tinkles, then dash them with a commercial. And now I am robbed of my daily comic. TWO DAYS IS TOO LONG TO WAIT!
What is the world coming to?
Ah, there it goes. Thank you Jeff :)
Wait a minute, Girls Are Pretty referenced on OC? My internet worlds are colliding! Like on that TV show!
gasp!
J-ro is a never-nude!
--Frodo
onlinecomic.net
Oh, I thought Joanna was his angry girlfriend. Not the cat.
Pretty Girl: Do The Mashed Potato Day!
The wealthy eccentric who kidnaps middle-aged men and makes them do the dances he wants them to do under penalty of death asks that today you do the Mashed Potato. He is watching.
If you do not know the Mashed Potato, improvise. He might not know what it is either, but once he sees someone doing a dance with confidence, no matter what the moves, he'll believe that that is the dance he requested, and he'll have all of the others dragged from the dance floor and killed.
So you know, in case you were wondering, the wealthy eccentric wears only a pair of boxer shorts in the booth high above from where he watches you dance, and he actually manages to get a lot of work done. He is the sort of wealthy man wherein "work" involves nothing more than moving his investments around all day. The wealthy man spends so much time up there in his chair watching you dance that his butler has to beg him to change his boxer shorts when they grow too fragrant. Now do the mashed potato or you'll never see your daughters again.
Happy Do The Mashed Potato Day!
She had to have been thinking about Jeff when she wrote that.
yes my OC shirt is a boy-magnet. it helps me with all things springtime related :)
"Oh, you have conversations with your wang too? Thank God, I thought I was the only one!
# posted by Corpus : 12:21 PM"
J-Ro, does it worry you that Corpus has conversations with your wang? It worries me, or maybe that's just envy...
--g
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