Bawdy Broad’s Bar Bet

A woman walked into a saloon and stood on a chair. “Fellas! My pussy is so big that I’ll give $100 to anyone who has something that I can’t take.”

A big cowboy got up and took off his size 16 cowboy boots and shoved them into her pussy. The boots were sucked right in. He grabbed a flashlight and, that too, was sucked in. He put his face in between her legs to get a better look and he got sucked in.

Inside he heard noises. “Is someone else in here?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’ve been in here for a week,” the voice said.

“Help me find my flashlight and we can get out of here,” said the cowboy.

“Hell,” said the other man, “help me find my keys and we can drive out.”

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The Weary Soldier

An American soldier, serving in World War II, had just returned from several weeks of intense action on the German front lines. He had finally been granted R&R and was on a train bound for London. The train was very crowded, so the soldier walked the length of the train, looking for an empty seat.

The only unoccupied seat was directly adjacent to a well dressed middle aged lady and was being used by her little dog. The war weary soldier asked, “Please, ma’am, may I sit in that seat?”

The English woman looked down her nose at the soldier, sniffed and said, “You Americans. You are such a rude class of people. Can’t you see my Little Fifi is using that seat?”

The soldier walked away, determined to find a place to rest, but after another trip down to the end of the train, found himself again facing the woman with the dog.

Again he asked, “Please, lady. May I sit there? I’m very tired.”

The English woman wrinkled her nose and snorted, “You Americans! Not only are you rude, you are also arrogant. Imagine!”

The soldier didn’t say anything else; he leaned over, picked up the little dog, tossed it out the window of the train and sat down in the empty seat.

The woman shrieked and railed, and demanded that someone defend her and chastise the soldier.

An English gentleman sitting across the aisle spoke up, “You know, sir, you Americans do seem to have a penchant for doing the wrong thing. You eat holding the fork in the wrong hand. You drive your autos on the wrong side of the road.

“And now, Sir, you’ve thrown the wrong bitch out the window.”

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Sunday, January 29, 2017


Working on the Art

It shouldn’t surprise anyone who knows anything about “Webcomics” (a term I now despise), that I don’t actually draw my characters. In actuality, I painstakingly create these tables of body parts and shade them. Each body part has to be done in multiple configurations and angles. The finished product is where I put together the various body parts like paper dolls.

OK, some people actually do draw them and scan them in… But the style I’m using can’t actually be drawn, so instead I use these elaborate templates. I know I’m not the only one who does this, and some very popular webcomics actually do use this method of re-using stock images.

Occasionally I actually go back and update my templates. It’s why since 2011 the characters have had hands. It’s why the female breast looked really weird in all of my older comics. I review these templates and make adjustments and improvements. Some call it “Art Evolution”, and I don’t do it every week.

But right now I’m reworking arms and hands. If I do it right, no one should actually notice. If I do it wrong, you still won’t notice, because I’ll just continue to use the old templates.

Oh, and I’ve made the eyes bigger again. I’ve noticed that bigger eyes seem to make the characters cuter. I’m sure Margaret Keane would approve.

Pax,

-f2x

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Terms of Abhorrence



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It’s just a comic.

When you mention the word “webcomic” people who’ve never heard of the term assume that it’s a new fangled fad… even though they’ve been around since the 1990’s. People who have heard of webcomics generally roll their eyes in disgust… unless you’re a diehard fan of webcomics, in which case, people roll their eyes in disgust at you.

Let’s face it: Comics don’t actually get a lot of mainstream respect unless they get made into a blockbuster movie franchise. Even then it’s kind of hard to reach a more conservative crowd. Anything racier than a Cathy coffee mug may incur a reprimand in some offices. Hanging a Dilbert comic on your cubical wall will actually get you fired in some places. All that pales in comparison to the perception of “Webcomics”. You might as well tell people you lick toilets for a living.

Unless you’re a hipster whose office is basically a booth at Starbucks, you don’t get to make your own rules. As a grownup in today’s society, you always have to answer to somebody. In some cases where you bend the rules a little, it’s advisable to have a plausible explanation for your deviation. It just makes your day go a lot smoother when you’re not facing heaps of criticism from a boss contemplating your termination.

So when the topic of hobbies comes up, I tell them I write a “comic” for an established website, and they pay me about $15 for each one. Never mind that I’m the owner of the website, and the $15 is actually just treating myself to Chinese takeout once a week. People believe the plausible explanation of why I bother with such endeavors, and I don’t have to put up with those scowls of disapproval from the jerks who can jerk around my actual paycheck.

Pax,

-f2x

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Not Pregnant

How does Alice like being pregnant?” Bob asked his friend John.

“Oh, she’s not pregnant,” John replied, “she’s expecting.”

“What’s the difference?” Bob pressed.

“Well, John explained, “She’s expecting me to cook dinner, she’s expecting me to do the housework, she’s expecting me to rub her feet…”

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