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PolkOut.com is physician-approved! Feed us your children.
This site needs more visitors, and it's hard to lure new people when I stick to a strict code of ethics. For if I weren't restricted by my morals, I could just artificially insert popular Google search terms, like Desperate Housewives, or Playstation 3 Deals, or 24, or Prison Break, or bomb making instructions, or XXX underage midget goat porn videos, and so forth. But I'm above that. In other news, holy crap, PolkOut's featured in the latest issue of the Plague, NYU's only intentionally funny publication. This is the first time we've ever been published in color. You may recall, something like a year ago, some of my comics were published in my high school's literary magazine, Ken, but it took a lot of ball busting from the principal to get a few of the tame ones through. But not this time, we're two pages behind one of the most poorly timed pieces ever published--check it out for yourselves. The only thing I'm kind of unhappy about is that there's no indication that PolkOut consists entirely of true stories (save for obviously bullsh!t comics with Mexicans or coins or whatever), so some people miss out on a good half of the hilarity. It's amazing how many people I've met who think I just make this crap up--okay, use your discretion folks, if I'm cleaving a girl's head apart with a chainsaw, that's clearly artistic license--I mean, if I gave myself the freedom to make up comics, wouldn't they be a boatload more outrageous? You bet, but half the fun is that this me at my me-ist. I'm that loveable rascal. Oh well, maybe they'll get it right next time. --End Transmission--
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