Post-Fucking-Xmas Comic
Christmas for me this year wasn’t all that different from last year. No Clown-Faced Girl for me. I’m thinking that Santa did visit some of you. Well, congratu-fucking-lations.
Here is my post-Xmas comic. It doesn’t really have a title. I was going to call it, “Santa Gets His Groove On.” But that sucks. So, let’s just call it, “Stoogepie’s Post-Fucking-Xmas Comic.” Merry Post-Fucking-Xmas.
This fucked up year will be over soon. Good riddance, 2009. Don’t let any anvils fall on your head on the way out. Also, fuck you 2009. You sucked ass.
Happy New Year and Happy New Decade. Stoogepiety is coming. Men: eat cake with your porn, shave your pubes, stop wearing underwear, and start treating pigs with the respect they deserve. Women: wear thigh-highs, find more revealing outfits with very short skirts, stop wearing underwear, and start treating pigs with the respect they deserve.
That’s all I have to say about the holidays for now.
Posted on Tuesday, December 29, 2009 at 05:56 AM.
Tags: Bullshit, Comics, Holidays, Religion, stoogepiety, Suckage
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I’m sorry Santa didn’t bring the clown-faced girl for you, Stoogie. I specifically asked. Don’t feel TOO bad, though, Mr. POSSLQ and I didn’t get a damn thing for Xmas, either.
Given the above checklist, it would appear that I am on the right track to Stoogepiety.
Thanks for the comic and I hope you have a safe remainder of the holiday season. Hope your clown-faced girl shows up for New Year’s Eve!
Two things:
1)The elves are wicked cute. I sort of want one.
B)The song “I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus” has a whole new meaning now.
“eat cake with your porn, shave your pubes, stop wearing underwear, and start treating pigs with the respect they deserve. “
i’m already WAY ahead of the curve on this one! *fist pump*
i’ll cut out the bacon and ham this year. i promise.
fuck you 2009.
I liked the house better before they tricked it out. But I’m kinda into that goth kinda look. Turns me on.
On a semi-related note…did you hear about the woman who saw Jesus’ face in her blood-draw bruise? WTF. At least it’s not a grilled cheese.
I respect pigs for being the abundant, tasty meals walking around waiting for me to eat them that they are. I’ve got a gorgeous proscuitto ham I bought that gets hugs daily. I’ve yet to bring myself to de-bone & slice it. It smells so nice and when I hug it, the smell is good and strong. My girlfriend has been a bit jealous, which is very curious because she has never been jealous when I hug other women. A photo of the ham hugging is available on request.