Let's Be Friends Again

Curt changed all the passwords to the site, but I know him well enough to crack his code of changing the number after “teamedward”.

Anyway, just wanted to bust up in here for a final time to tell you guys that Comics Alliance was kind enough to contact me for a final statement on what’s happened, and you should all go read it.

Also, I want you to listen to this while you are reading it. That will help.

To all of you readers, I just want to say thanks, and to Curt and Joel, I just want to say suck a million dicks in hell forever.

xo
ch

I think we all know what happened this weekend.

To celebrate why not have a look at another collaboration between superfriend Evan “Doc” Shaner and myself, wherein Evan uses his fantastic coloring skills on a sketch of mine.

If you don’t know who the the Doctor is (this specifically being the Ninth Doctor), you should really get to work on that.

It’s all in Chris Haley’s sinuses like a mole in a yard of fresh sod. The Crud is in the air and your boy CH has been laid low, so cut us a break on the comic strip today, it’s gonna be a little late.

I know we made a big stink on Tuesday about being on time, but, man, sometimes The Crud just has other things in mind.

From a note wrapped around a brick, found among the remains of Curt’s prized menagerie of glass animals:

Dear Chris,

How many Zima and pineal fluid benders can one man go on in the course of a week? And where’s he getting Zima is this day and age, anyway? And how am I supposed get any work done when he’s hovering, all ragged breathing and blurry eyes, looking like he’s going to savage my drafting brush again?

I admit it. You’re the bigger, or at least the more co-dependent, man. I’m releasing Curt back into your custody.

scarred and wearily yours,

Joel