PolkOut.com leveled up!

Too bad it's a goddamn odd level.

It's been a while my friends...oh man, well, first this comic:

So Mark, Shaun (Indian kid, who is incidentally not Punjabi), Meghan, and I go see Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest.  I actually saw the movie before, but because Shaun really wanted to hang out with me for some reason, and agreed to pay for most of my ticket, I agreed to go.  The movie still sucked, even the second time, but not quite as bad as Superman...which was a whole other level of retarded.  So anyway, there we were, it was midnight, we were hungry...diner.  Sadly, I ordered a second matzah ball soup but I didn't get to finish it because apparently one thing that pisses off my mom is going out to eat soup almost an hour past midnight when promising to be home by eleven.

Other sh!t happened too; I went to college orientation...oh boy, the stories I have... I also got sh!t faced and made an ass of myself at the local 7-11, where, coincidentally, I had applied for a job weeks earlier; that very same evening I mistook a pumpkin patch for the Long Island Sound.  So I have plenty of comic material, no problem, it's just...wow...I've, uh, I'm ashamed to say it...

As you can see I, well, I'm pretty weak when it comes to peer pressure, I collapse under it like...a f!cking...thing...that, I don't know, sh!t, that collapses...and because all my friends were doing it, and Mark pretty much forced me at knife point, I've started playing World of Warcraft.  I'm not proud, I realize it's a waste of time and energy...but...it's like crack.  I'm sorry everyone, I know I've let you all down.  But I'll force myself, like I did just now, to get up, to get to my desk, and to make some f!ckin' comics because I'm an adult with responsibilities godammit!

And one last thing: I won't be updating the archive until I'm set on the new name.  Also, this is Period 3 #40!  Woohoo!

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