PolkOut.com has resorted to shoulder tapping!

Give us our f!cking change, asshole.

F!ck my printer/scanner, the son of a bitch loves randomly summoning the Blue Screen of Death to screw with me all the goddamn time.  I actually had to recolor this comic because of that dreaded blue screen.  F!ck you Sharp, f!ck you AM-900, you piece of sh!t.

Disappointingly enough, well I guess it's not as disappointing as it is sort of...counterintuitive...yeah, that's a good word, all the funniest shit happens when I'm sober.  It's almost like getting drunk off my ass is a waste of time.  Almost.

For some reason, living in my dorm has, no idea why, streamlined my comic making process.  I can pump this sh!t out in minutes...so I probably won't end up missing weeks quite as often as I used to.

Oh yeah, and since the forums have been absolutely raped by spambots I'm shutting all the boards down except General Discussion...I think it was General Discussion.  Flip around, I forgot.  If you want to tell me something about anything, you know, how much you love me or want to love me (physically) or what I should put on a shirt/mug/poster/whatever or what I'm doing wrong, just email me at RabidMammalWax@gmail.com and I'll probably respond pretty damn soon.

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