Originally, I was going to blog about my pro-bidet stance, at least in concept, for I’ve never actually used one. The pitch was so good, however, that it seemed wasteful not to save it for its own comic. So there’s something to look forward to.
Will’s vision of the fop’s mansion competes with the ugliest out there, and considering the work of Tiger Woods and Mike Tyson, that’s saying something. It’s a little convenient that there’s a enormous curtainless window looking into a first floor bathroom, isn’t it? Our resident millionaire likes to show off when he struts around town AND when he poops.
Stannislav is now leech-free, and just in time for Valentines day. If you enjoyed his Christmas well-wishing, then be prepared to be charmed once again.
In other news, Dave pointed out to me that it’s our alphabet anniversary, Huzzah!
Jesse misspelled Stanislav in my last post, I emailed him the right thing, and he screwed up. He refuses to change it.
I scoff at this accusation. I cut and paste his posts as is from his emails, and I don’t read them until they’re online. I’d be more than willing to show anyone and everyone the original message as proof of his glaring inability to spell his own character’s names. What’s worse is that it’s also the name of his grandfather, so he can’t even honor his dearly department family with correctness. I’d consider being compassionate by occasionally editing such obvious mistakes, but the asshole refuses to start working on our valentines day strips with me. Enjoy your karma bomb, bitch.
I think by now we’ve all realized that the true recipient of the “karma bomb” is Jesse. Either he meant to say “dearly departed family,” or he thinks my great-grandfather is a department store mannequin. In either case, he made a much graver mistake than adding an extra ‘n’.