PolkOut.com is tripping balls!

Please...merciful baby Jesus...help me.

The saddest part about this comic is that it's entirely true.  My roommate can vouch.  And I get asked this question a lot when I tell this story, and you're probably wondering this yourself...yes, I was sober.  And yes, I have no idea why, but the skull was giving me tax advice.

My brain's very very f!cked up.  I'm very f!cked up.  But that's why you read this sh!t?  Right?

There are a sh!tload of sweet images in this comic, so expect new merch soon.  What's depressing though, about this comic, is that it may just be the best one I've ever made...I mean how does one go about topping this psychotic sh!t?  But then again, I shouldn't underestimate the f!ckedupedness of my own psyche.

In general internet news, I've been wasting an obscene amount of time reading this blog--which is strange, since I don't ever read blogs.  Ever.  But the man's a genius.  As evidenced here.  And here.  And here.  And no, we're not in cahoots.

--End Transmission--