Did you find today’s comic to be a tad on the somber side? I don’t blame you. Keep in mind; this is a frog in a comic, real frogs are all about friendship and being there for others.
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Know that feeling when you’ve just taken your own life and you’ve become a ghost and then a fish sees you and it just screams and screams and the whole thing becomes awkward? That’s exactly the feeling I’m trying to capture here. What a feeling that is.
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”!
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.
It’s unicorn day. That time of year when we once again gather with family and friends to share our fondest memories and stories of unicorns. Stay horny, my friends. Stay horny.
Well, you might be laughing now, but I’m the one laughing all the way to the bank! Hah! Or crying. Was it crying? In the bank? Crying inside the bank? I’m the one crying inside the bank. In front of that guy. Did I wet my pants? In the bank? On the way home? All the way home. From the bank. Nevermind. My life is awesome!
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Aha! You might wonder if this is some sort of prekwill to earlier installments of Anyone for Rhubarb. Namely this and this. Thinking you got it all figured out. All the while, I’m intentionally misspelling prekwill to throw you waaay off. Not unlike a magician who wants you to look at his right hand, so you don’t notice what the left one is doing. All part of my plan to slowly and steadily brand myself as an enigma wrapped in a riddle. I’m not answering any questions you see. I’m posing them. Is prekwills some sort of deep sea fish for example?
Before anyone asks me if this is in any way autobiographical let me beat you to it; “I am a boxers exclusively kind of guy”.