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[[Clown car driving down wooded road, bubbles out of respective windows]] Mo: At least the pant made enough cash that you don't have to man that History Booth. Humphry: Did you really think two-bit Bill Nye and Mr. Wizard Hat were the in-crowd? Mo: Plus, we got this bad-ass clown car. [[Front view though windshield, Stanislav driving, Humphry passenger, Mo in back]] Stan: Yeah, and I have time to pursue my passions. Humphry: Like what? Mo: Like sleeping? Stan: No, like umm Stan: Opera. Mo: I didn't know you could sing. Humphry: That's because he can't. Stan: [[Head out the window, barely holding wheel]] NURRRGGH [[Stan still nurrrgghing under his breath]] Humphry: He sometimes mistakes his mating call for singing due to its effect on - Mo: Hippo? Mo: Stop the car! Mo: STOP THE CAR! (interrupting, maybe in sharp pointy shout bubble) [[Everyone standing outside the car, giant female hippo in the way, Stan with arm on realistic hippopotamus]] Humphy: - the ladies. Stan: You have to admit, it works like gangbusters. Humphry: It's an honest-to-goodness coochie clarion call. Mo: Your life is a men's bodywash commercial. [[shower set of oldspice commercial]] Stan: Hello ladies. Your man may not look like me, and you certainly don't want him smelling like he's me...
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12/15/10 1:20AM

We’re celebrating our tenth comic with six luscious panels. We could have milked this for two separate releases, but for you, our adoring fans, we wouldn’t dare cut such corners. That’s a lie; we’re totally going to use this obvious display of extra work to defend future laziness.

You all probably remember Bill Nye, but Mr. Wizard was doing his part to make educational science lame decades earlier. Our analogs of these pedagogues have shown up here,here , and here. Perhaps, ours don’t have the same lofty credentials, but they’re nearly as informative.

Here at Up to my Nipples headquarters, we’re no strangers to vocal cacophony. Our housemate firmly believes that passion is the key to singing well. Sadly, passion only gets you so far when you’re tone-deaf. We have a running bet that he’s entirely incapable of performing any song with a four note range (or more). If you’d like to indirectly cause us suffering, send song recommendations to prismlink88 ahhht gmail dahhht com. You probably shouldn’t tell him that we sent you.

-Jesse

 

12/15/10 2:02AM

In case it influences your song selection, our housemate can also sing in Japanese and Tagalog.

-Will

 

12/15/10 2:02AM

The idea for this strip came to me in a dream. It was one of those really enjoyable dreams that you’re sad to wake up from. I can only remember having one other dream like that, in which I was a Powerpuff Girl. I’ll let you make of that what you will.

Anyway, as is usually the case, once it was over (the non-Powerpuff dream), I immediately ran downstairs to awake Jesse and tell him about it. In a few hours, we had this comic written.

-Will