Jiggy Back, a do do do do

I bought a new notebook. It has robots on it. No matter what stress I have, and not matter how I fucked up today (which I did), I can take solace in the face that there are little robots living in my bag who are smiling at me.


The blue one is my favorite.


"I was just wonderin' what you were doing for the next forty or fifty years."




Other than a few tornados here and there, I bet the weather is much better in Mississippi than it is here. I wish I was sitting in the Sisters of Mercy graveyard in Vicksburg, eating some Whataburger and listening to the soundtrack of 'Rocky.'

Let me top you off, there, sugar

New stuffies. It's been awhile.



I pull shit like this when I can't think of anything legit to draw. I have no actual ideas.



So I'm not kidding when I say I have no ideas. This one I stole from Abby, but I'm gonna keep doing it, because I likes it.



Bob, this is for you because I think we're the only two people who thought it was funny. It's a joke, lighten up! I'm six years old!

We were the greatest fighters in the world, babe.

First off, thanks for posting all those old coics, Abby. I forgot I even made those.

So, listen. I had a life-changing experience last night, and I feel I need to express my true feeling in blog form.

Carl Weathers is...a true American. Apollo Creed was a man's man, but I don't mourn him gone... I celecrate the legacy he left behind: four films so thick with sexual tension you could cut it with a knife.

I mean, look at that smile. Look at that oufit. If I were Rocky Balboa, I'd wear the man's shorts any day. Bob, best night of my life. Yeah, I'm head over heals for you, but Rocky has that hair. Oh, that hair.