PolkOut.com did as we were told!

We bought and sold.

Okay so this one's late too...and I don't have that jet lag excuse to fall back on again, do I?  Cut me some slack, it's not like I can churn these suckers out in a heartbeat, like some other webcomics that just reuse the same images over and over and over.  I hand draw all this crap, and that's work.  And don't click that link...it's just an example of what I'm up against, that sh!t hole doesn't need more hits.

I keep thinking back to Florence and remembering the awesomest thing I've done in a while...which brings up two important points.  First, it sucks to be under twenty-one, second, kids these days just don't get it.  Now don't get me wrong, I love drinking--sh!t, you've read these comics, you know I love it--but you won't see me fellating any kegs or vomiting all over myself in the street.  Because I get it.  I get that very same idea that all those old-timey writers got, like O'Henry and Twain; that blissful serenity of sitting in a musty pub or piss hole bar--the pissier the better--and enjoying the silent tranquility of your own joyful drunkenness before slowly staggering back to your apartment through the dead streets of a city that was saturated with life and activity just a few hours before.  If the manhole covers are steaming that just adds to the atmosphere.

In fact, I could use a good drink right now.

But it's a school night. 

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