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PolkOut.com wins the internet! One year and going strong.
Wow, holy crap, big update today! First and foremost, it's, or it may as well be, our one year anniversary! I don't remember exactly when I started PolkOut, but it was around now, and, sh!t, this is the 60th page...and that's a round number. So good enough. A year on the internet, wowzers. I hope this comic really illustrates my motivation to start this site a year ago, for without my insatiable list I probably wouldn't have put the effort that I did into making this fine webcomic. Well enough about that, have you seen that new button between the arrows?! Holy crap! Swag! Reasonably priced merchandise! Amazing! Finally, you too can own your very own piece of PolkOut. Oh, and about the online store: I'm using CafePress.com, and because I don't want to drop a cool $60 a year on their premium service without being sure people are actually buying my stuff, I can only have one design per item. That means I can only have one sort of dog t-shirt and only one sort of button and so forth. So what I'll be doing is rotating designs every month, so you'd better snatch this sh!t up before it goes. Here are my ideas for future months: That list isn't totally solid, it's really just there for me to remember what to do, especially with the thongs, I've thought long and hard about those. My friend Jesse also has a bunch of t-shirt ideas that are pretty damn funny, and not necessarily site-related, that I'll be rotating through. Let it be known that I'm not making much profit off the stuff I'm selling and whatever money I do make I'll be splitting with Jesse, for his designs, and the guy who's nice enough to host this site; all things considered, it's a wonder why my prices aren't ass-rapingly horrific. To soften to the blow, because I know not all of us have money to throw around on premium top-of-the-line goods like mine, I'll be giving a discount to whoever shows me their piece of PolkOut swag. That is to say, if you walk up to me in the street and show me your shirt or...your thong, ladies...I'll reach into my pocket and personally hand you whatever profit I made off that one good. Assuming I have cash on me. Otherwise, I'll owe you. --End Transmission--
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