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We feel inadequate.

I'm sure if Tony Danza ever reads this he'll be flattered.  Mike's more pop culturally retarded than I am, I mean I don't get that new-fangled rap music with the grinding and the spinning rims and the ladies in inappropriate clothing--sh!t, it's all just clicks and whistles to me--but at least I know who the hell Tony Danza is.

A note on the colors, I'm doing these comics from my laptop now and it's hard to tell certain colors apart, especially skin tones, so that's why the last comic was a little dark in that department.  I haven't actually spontaneously turned Puerto Rican.

Oh yeah, and that up there is Alex f!cking himself.  Some may see the purple background as sort of highlighting the homoerotic aspect of the action, but those people are idiots.  That's just out school color.  F!cking yourself is completely acceptable even in the most conservative of circles.  My roommate, who shall only be referred to as Johnny (my suitemates shall be known as Haji and Zin--I'm, of course, Benton) considers auto-fellatio homoerotic, and we had a lengthy debate on the subject, but he's an idiot.  And when you read this, and I know you will, Johnny, I want you to know that I peed in your cereal.

On a totally unrelated note, saw Roger Waters live last Friday.  Man, was I excited as all hell, though I don't think he appreciated the fact that I threw my underwear at him.

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