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December 1, 2011

 

Don’t forget to come to the Brooklyn Comics and Graphics Festival this Saturday! I’ll be selling books and hand drawn panels for a reasonable price and farts in jar for a million dollars.

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berk December 1, 2011 at 4:49 pm

This story is also my favorite.

Salvador December 1, 2011 at 4:51 pm

I did that once at a company dinner but it was a bowl of ice cream for the table. That is when i realized my usual servings of ice cream at home might have been a wee bit too big.

Jef UK December 1, 2011 at 5:58 pm

Love love love! I laughed at every panel.

Cheese December 1, 2011 at 6:31 pm

I think your fart prices are a little high, I can get one in Hell’s Kitchen for half that.

Kelly December 1, 2011 at 8:07 pm

Your expression in the fourth panel is hilarious!

Bob December 2, 2011 at 4:04 am

Hilarious!

Yeah, you and I are never traveling internationally together. The last time I went abroad I lost my passport and managed to cross 3 international borders without it, including surviving a situation at the Austrian/Swiss border where armed police boarded the train and started randomly checking people’s papers!

Miguel December 2, 2011 at 8:55 am

lol

wha December 3, 2011 at 10:03 am

Wait a minute. This is your little baby brother?
I would’ve tasted pimp hand from my sister for that Slim Jim comment.

Julia Wertz December 4, 2011 at 11:40 pm

no, older brother. And I would never beat my siblings for being hilarious, that’s all backwards

Steve December 5, 2011 at 5:49 am

Ha ha! Is that the brother that assured you would find true love?… In the form of 20 cats? That guy is funny. You punish funny, and it goes away.

PS- I wish you had a pic of the Leprechaun man. Can you try drawing him?

Anonymous December 7, 2011 at 6:29 am

I enjoyed every panel! I love the stuff with you and your older brother; sooo entertaining.

The pie story is effin’ hilarious, and, again, I can relate. Sitting in the back of a car, a friend tossed me a baggie with some bite size pieces of hash brownies and said: “for you!” I’d thought she meant for me to have all of it – seemed like a single serving – so I ate most of it before she looked back, saw me innocently munching away, and shrieked.

Turned out to be one of the worst experiences and certainly my last one with that stuff.

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