It’s Christmas and like every year at this time, I’ll be recommending a new type of inspirational Christmas ornament for your house. This year; “A RED BOW”!
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I hope this comic made you think about breakfast products. Like really think about them. In some parts of the world they drink their own urine, you know. For breakfast. And also, if they wake up in the middle of the night and can’t fall asleep. Because of stress at work and such. I don’t think that’s right. I’m horrified even. Like I totally forgot I made the whole thing up. That’s no way to live.
I haven’t done a lot of characters with suspenders. In fact this might be the first one. My dream is to do lots more in the future.
Hey goofballs. This is the last Wilford Pjok for a while. I promise he’ll be back. Hopefully soon.
If you’re crazy with rage, because you don’t know who Wilford Pjok is, that’s great. Use that rage-power to read the first seven episodes by clicking this awesome link. It’s ragelicious!
On a sidenote; if you want to buy your children a train, buy them a toy train. Real trains are very expensive and children don’t know how to drive them. Each year more and more people get killed by children who drive into them with outta-control-trains.
The Rhubarb is back. And Wilford is back. Oh joy of joys. But who is back the most you ask? A somewhat puzzling question, I don’t know how to answer. Still, if you’re new to Wilford Pjok you’ll find part one right here.
Following today’s comic, Wilford will be on a short hiatus. Don’t worry he’s not done yet. As if. He’ll be back for the glorious part 5 in a couple of weeks. More fab than ever. In the meantime, I hope you’ll miss him just a tiny bit.
Oh, and if you’re all new to Wilford Pjok, go here for part 1.
Actually, fan favorite, Flom wasn’t set to make an appearance this week, and yet, here he is. Appearing all over. I figured I better squeeze him in, as the Rhubarb is about to take a slight turn of direction in the coming weeks. Or, possibly it is. I’m not sure. Things are certainly planned, but things are always planned, so it might not. The future’s kind of fuzzy. And soft.