…will be made this weekend. I’ll be spending a total of ten hours on a train (first class, even!) so I figure I should be able to crank out some blog entries I’ve been meaning to finish.
Priority number one will be given to WORST DATE EVER PART 5: “Hot English Girls and Horse Tranquilizers” and a little after-the-fact story with me and Crabs that I’ll call “Dude, I loved the way your head exploded!”
(A certain member of the clergy keeps asking for Worst Date Ever, part 5 and I figure I should make him happy. I’m going to need a guy on the inside to vouch for me when it’s time to do those afterlife bookings, and I don’t think my “BUT JESUS, I CAN EXPLAIN!” t-shirt is going to cut it.)
Someone recently emailed me (in fact, I still have to email this person back — soon, I promise!), saying “You’ve experienced quite a few bizarre events. I’m glad you can look back and laugh.” Thank you! My trick to handling life’s strange vicissitudes? Preparedness. As shown by Torg in today’s Sluggy Freelance comic:
The ridiculousness continues. So much that this is just the third of three Sunday picdumps…
The ridiculousness continues. So much that this is just the second of three Sunday picdumps…
The ridiculousness continues. So much that this is just the first of three Sunday picdumps…
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