After weeks of work, the new site is up. With improved anonymous commenting powers! Shut up, I know it looks like the old site, but maintaining the image actually made the job harder; there’s an entirely new engine under the hood.
I need some favors from you guys:
I’ve already talked too long to talk about the comic. Instead, I’ll ask, how has something this great not been taken off your tubes?
Why are our characters ambling through a barren desertscape? And why didn’t they just take their fancy clown car? Well, that’s in the shop, the only certified clown car auto repair in the country, which happens to be located in Arizona, which is why they’re in Arizona. And while Jesse might contest that continuity was disregarded to suit my fancy, I assure you, gentle readers, he’s a verminous liar. I may have illustrated this strip in the wake of a Road Runner marathon, but who hasn’t indulged in a Looney Tune from time to time? Long story short, do yourself a favor and indulge a little.
Beep-beep, zip, BANG!