bonk

now draw her getting an education

man I was just trying to look at hot women and instead I got peak webcomic material. thanks

sauce?

… what the fuck?

there’s no way this is a real comic

even in microwavable bowls this still happens, tf are you on about?

holy shit pls tell me you made that

What is with the whole internet and white monsters? I tried one and it wasn’t much different from the default flavor

More pixels: https://i.imgur.com/w7vWr0K.jpeg

oh shit, that’s slick af. Love the pose

People tend to talk about things that affect them and are current. Unfortunately for most of us (or at least the people in my circle) we’ve lived our entire lives with expensive healthcare and housing. To us it’s the norm. Egg prices being this high aren’t.

Also bouncing off your previous example, yeah there are people that spend hundreds of dollars on groceries, but you forget that people only have so much income; they might be balancing their budget to just barely accommodate $400 worth of groceries. Eggs suddenly costing twice or thrice as much might push them over the edge. Or, you know, broke college students whose primary source of protein are eggs also feel it pretty heavy (source: me).

:3

Kingdom Hearts profile pic

Opinion valid-pilled

What the actual fuck

Iirc he had some condition or another that turned parts of his organs into bone. also iirc it was his liver, but they thought it was his heart.

gonna pour one out for Ozzy, the glorious bastard

My biggest gripe about Patreon is that I can’t just do a one time donation, it’s a subscription to donate money to people. Cool and all, but I’m not rich enough to just give some of my income to people, I’d rather do small donations whenever I can.

A sudden urge to kill a foolishly dressed alleged comedian fills you to the brim. Unfortunately, there is none in the room with you. You’d have to find him before you can kill him, but you have your objective in mind. The first question is how you’re going to get out of here. The front door is locked, and the only hint of a key is the shitty drawing on the floor. Ha ha. Very funny, whoever put that there. What’s worse is that there’s no weapons here. To kill someone, you’d need something to kill them with. Well, you could do with your bare hands, but it’s much easier with a tool of some sorts, and the cabin is strangely absent of tools suitable for the act of murder.

You whisper the ultimate cat call. It echoes over the empty cabin; nothing happens, and a profound sense of loss washes over you. You walk over to the shelf by the window and run your hand over it, staring at the one particularly worn spot on it for a moment. You walk over and check the litter box, but of course it’s clean. It always is nowadays. Old habits die hard after all. You cook yourself some breakfast and take a seat at the table, and try the call again. Nothing happens, as expected, not even when you open a can of tuna. Old habits die hard, but they die eventually. You spread the tuna on your bread and eat your meal, alone in the silence.