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Umph.

Despite what my parents, my friends, and my acquaintances may say, I'm not an asshole.  Well, I'm not too bad of an asshole.  I'm not mean to people--sometimes I f!ck around and they don't get it, because they're probably stupid or something, but I don't say sh!t I know is going to hurt somebody.  Like this comic, I wasn't being a dick, in fact, this girl here thought it was funny.

But wow, it's amazing how often that isn't the case.  All these retardidly oversensitive honkeys sh!tting a fit every time I say something to the tune of, "black people cause global warming", make college unreasonably difficult.

Though James sort of forces me into these sorts of situations; for some reason he has this strange delusion that I'm good with people, so he has me try and make conversation with strangers that pass by as we sit in the courtyard and he smokes.  We're just trying to make friends, but it damn near always seems to backfire.

And it's Christmas.  Or was Christmas.  New Year soon.  That's fun and neat and whatnot.  I was going to make a holiday comic, about the hilarity that ensued at a drunken family function on the weekend of the 25th, but I think I'll save that for a later comic.

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