Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
Dayum.
Humor can be dissected as a frog can, but dies in the process.
This comic is amazing. Are there people that do this?
Considering how many times in the service I've gotten "Reply All" emails from some of my co-workers, and I'm sure that there's times people have a lapse of judgement and forget that Twitter is just not another IM client, probably yes.
This comic is amazing. Are there people that do this?
Yes. Yes, there are. Incredibly personal discussion on twitter, right on their facebook walls, on the phone in the grocery store using their "I'M TALKING LOUD BECAUSE I'M ON A TINY PHONE" voices, in the waiting room right outside my office... There is a student at the yoga studio NEXT DOOR to where I work whose period I've heard enough about to plan out her birth control schedule.
Yes, this is almost exactly what married life is like. There are no secrets. There is no shame. If you're lucky, you stop thinking of your spouse as a separate person altogether.
So if you ever need a person to smooth some lotion on your cracked, weeping butthole: get married
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Jacques L'HommeBAH! He was a rank amateur compared to, DR. COLOSSUS!Registered Userregular
This is officially one of my favorite comics. Love love love it.
Also, CROSSFIAH!
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KalTorakOne way or another, they all end up inthe Undercity.Registered Userregular
My suitemate just knocked on the door 'cause through the vent it sounded like I was loudly suffocating rather than laughing at "it was like gazing into a palantir." Good show. I say.
I can confirm that 95% of our conversations, both online and IRL, mainly concern my butthole.
Dude, it's the 21st century. Have you ever considered talking about her butthole?
No wife of mine will ever have a butthole.
We're a Christian household.
Apparently some Islamic scholars have actually debated whether the houris (virgins) promised to the righteous in the afterlife will have buttholes, since they supposedly don't defecate (or urinate or menstruate, etc).
They were probably occupied with this about the same time the Roman Catholic theologians were excommunicating people over how many angels can dance on the head of a pin and so forth.
I can confirm that 95% of our conversations, both online and IRL, mainly concern my butthole.
Dude, it's the 21st century. Have you ever considered talking about her butthole?
No wife of mine will ever have a butthole.
We're a Christian household.
Apparently some Islamic scholars have actually debated whether the houris (virgins) promised to the righteous in the afterlife will have buttholes, since they supposedly don't defecate (or urinate or menstruate, etc).
They were probably occupied with this about the same time the Roman Catholic theologians were excommunicating people over how many angels can dance on the head of a pin and so forth.
Quite a few religions got in on this sort of silliness, too. There's entire books on the subject of whether or not Adam had a navel because he never had an umbilical cord.
Both subjects became bizarre spin offs from the evolution debate in the late 1800's, too. Which either means 19th Century theologians had a great sense of humor or no sense of humor.
The more things change the more things stay the same. Nowadays we have people doing studies on the physics and genetics of My Little Pony, or mathematical models of the epidemiology of zombie viruses.
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It would've been magical if it was the same face all three panels.
Considering how many times in the service I've gotten "Reply All" emails from some of my co-workers, and I'm sure that there's times people have a lapse of judgement and forget that Twitter is just not another IM client, probably yes.
Yes. Yes, there are. Incredibly personal discussion on twitter, right on their facebook walls, on the phone in the grocery store using their "I'M TALKING LOUD BECAUSE I'M ON A TINY PHONE" voices, in the waiting room right outside my office... There is a student at the yoga studio NEXT DOOR to where I work whose period I've heard enough about to plan out her birth control schedule.
"Stem this tide of discharge" is so great.
As a married person who uses Twitter like e-mail
Yes, this is almost exactly what married life is like. There are no secrets. There is no shame. If you're lucky, you stop thinking of your spouse as a separate person altogether.
So if you ever need a person to smooth some lotion on your cracked, weeping butthole: get married
Also, CROSSFIAH!
I can confirm that 95% of our conversations, both online and IRL, mainly concern my butthole.
Are you saying that you don't want someone to care so much about you they are willing to smear goo on your butt?
3DS Friend Code: 0404-6826-4588 PM if you add.
YOU'LL GET CAUGHT UP IN THE
CROSSFIAH, CROSSFIAH... CROSSFIAHHHH!
Perhaps a strong argument against having married friends, or at least against following your married pals on social media.
Having a significant other who loves you so much that they are willing to finger some lotion on your ruined butthole sounds rad, though.
if god didn't want us to be married he'd have put our buttholes somewhere more accessible
Vomit being the most common one.
Dude, it's the 21st century. Have you ever considered talking about her butthole?
No wife of mine will ever have a butthole.
We're a Christian household.
Apparently some Islamic scholars have actually debated whether the houris (virgins) promised to the righteous in the afterlife will have buttholes, since they supposedly don't defecate (or urinate or menstruate, etc).
They were probably occupied with this about the same time the Roman Catholic theologians were excommunicating people over how many angels can dance on the head of a pin and so forth.
Quite a few religions got in on this sort of silliness, too. There's entire books on the subject of whether or not Adam had a navel because he never had an umbilical cord.
Both subjects became bizarre spin offs from the evolution debate in the late 1800's, too. Which either means 19th Century theologians had a great sense of humor or no sense of humor.