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Not sure how Old West prostitutes and 70′s maverick cops with a penchant for ankle straps are supposed to vote. God damn America indeed.

This is an alternate version of our Election Day strip, conceived and done up proper by Chris with nary a fingerprint of my own to be seen on it, hence its high trend towards inaccuracy. Let’s take a look at everything he got wrong.

1. I would never watch TV with Chris for more than two panels.

2. I would kill myself or everyone else before saying “meh,” whichever is more likely to be doable from my couch.

3. It is true that I did not vote, chief reason being that I was too busy changing my Facebook status to variations of Nobama and McLame. (For the record I should say I was only changing the cases of the letters in the words, NoBamA, mClAME, etc.)

4. Forgot where I was going with this, so let’s just take this opportunity to thank April Steele for the awesome coloring help she’s provided us with. Thanks, April! You have good skin! (My mom told me to say the skin thing, girls enjoy hearing that shit, I guess.)

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My ‘c’ key was broken when I typed out that headline, sorry guys, hope it makes sense.

This is a mash-up of ‘Sam and Max’ and ‘Uzumaki’. Both are comics I have a great fondness for. Please, enjoy. Or don’t. I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t enjoy it, though. It’s not like I can give you your time or money back. So, remember, it’s in your best interest to enjoy this because you gain nothing from hating it!

Click on the pictures and say “reggib” out loud to magically change their size to something more legible.

So here’s the full on picture of Chris as done by Liefeld for some unknown Alan Moore book.

The impossible muscles, the distracting lens flare, the hideous signature at the bottom: yes, this truly is some sort of art, the kind I’m not sure has been defined yet. Can we call it anti-art? It’s like wrapping all the way back around the circle from pretentious and you come back perilously close to where you started. What the hell am I talking about, I sort of lost where I was going.

Lots and lots of thanks to Justin Stewart at http://justin3000.blogspot.com/ for risking his corneal capacity to color that abomination!

And finally, I leave you with a few words from Chris. I think he was feeling left out because I get to call him an idiot every day while he can only look up and shake his fist from the comments box.

The new comic is based on an actual conversation between Curt and I that really stuck with me. I then told Curt we should make it into a comic. Such is the nature of the collaboration. The portions featuring crying, pleading, and more crying have, of course, been omitted so as to keep things as light as a summer’s breeze around these parts.

Rob Liefeld was not the original funeral portrait artist, and even though making fun of Rob is like shooting apples in a barrel (full of apples), it was classier than Curt’s original joke.
The original joke was probably funnier, but we are nothing if not classy.

The part of today’s comic that features me requesting something of Curt is 100% true as it really is something I made Curt promise me.
Seeing how he’s going to handle things though, perhaps I should try to institute some further stipulations.

Hey, nobody ever accuse ole Curt Franklin of being stingy with the Christmas gifts. Check out what’s gonna be under young Mr. Haley’s tree this year!

I can only imagine the advertised “Dimevision” is a mode where the image of the movie is obstructed by a grey haze and a simulated phone call is made where your parents tell you how disappointed they are in you because you’re in the band Pantera.

Also, I didn’t actually buy this, the Christmas gift is just this picture. I’m spending all the money I have on this website, as you can clearly see.