If JY releases some sort of “WEAPON BROWN SPECIAL PREMIUM EXTRA-DELUXE LIMITED EDITION COLLECTORS’ COFFEE-TABLE SIZED HARDCOVER OMNIBUS WITH 100 PAGES OF EXTRA BONUS CONTENT” that may… just may… be enough for me to continue on.
“The resistance fighters had given us 3000 in volts, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. We had two cans of spinach, seventy five pellets of mescaline, five sheets high powered blotter-ink, a dead-catful of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of zippys, not-mes, boingers and zeebas and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Ballantine ale, a bag of cat eyebrows and two dozen amyls.
The only thing that really worried me was the eyebrows. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an eyebrow binge. And I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.”
You’ve got JL all wrong. You see, it turns out that in … uh … Chuck/Syndicate/wasteland-land, there is a person named War, who is the son of someone whom we might recognize in our world as Menachem. And it turns out that in Wasteland-land, War Begin does own a certain amount of real estate that he named Next Monday. [He had the right idea, but the expression is ‘knock you into next *week*’.] War has already met Chuck, so he’s already Chuck’s bitch.
Therefore, it makes perfect grammatical sense to say;
“Blockhead’s War Begin’s Next Monday”
… because otherwise you have to do some awkward exposition like “The Next Monday belonging to War Begin, who in turn is the personal property and outhouse attendant of the violent bald guy – formerly known as Blockhead.”
…Who, having been near-fatally wounded, and just as he was about to recover, suddenly felt the icy grip of death upon him.
Not fair, capcha tried to pre-empt me with critique: line shodLea
Jason you deserve a vacay! That was an epic ending to Cal and as much as I want to blow you for creating such and epic character as Chuck, hubby’s ego couldn’t take it and I kinda like the fella. I will hang onto each new post for the next two or three years 😛
Jason, you know we love you and we do this for your own good.
It’s “begins”, not “begin’s”.
http://www.angryflower.com/bobsqu.gif
“Final”?
I haz a sad.
Ptorq: Absolutely. Apostrophe atrocities are always astonishingly aggravating.
I always ignore Asterisks
Final? ….. Sads sads sads. This is the best comic on the internet and published. Sad to see it come to an end.
So exciting!
The only reason why I am not killing myself it that I need to see the next dazzling installment of this Internet Masterpiece.
Once WB is over though, so am I.
Oh wait! I take that back!
If JY releases some sort of “WEAPON BROWN SPECIAL PREMIUM EXTRA-DELUXE LIMITED EDITION COLLECTORS’ COFFEE-TABLE SIZED HARDCOVER OMNIBUS WITH 100 PAGES OF EXTRA BONUS CONTENT” that may… just may… be enough for me to continue on.
Final?
FUCK YOU YUNGBLUTH YOU’RE DEAD TO ME
“The resistance fighters had given us 3000 in volts, most of which was already spent on extremely dangerous drugs. We had two cans of spinach, seventy five pellets of mescaline, five sheets high powered blotter-ink, a dead-catful of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of zippys, not-mes, boingers and zeebas and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Ballantine ale, a bag of cat eyebrows and two dozen amyls.
The only thing that really worried me was the eyebrows. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an eyebrow binge. And I knew we’d get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.”
JY: Bwah! Love it!
See ya down the road! Oh, Orin, step away from that copy of “Fear and Loathing in Los Vegas”.
= If the shocking revelation is that the Punisher is Chuck’s real father, I already know.
Will Chuck get laid?
My body is ready for the final chapter.
Lye: Also alliteration.
You’ve got JL all wrong. You see, it turns out that in … uh … Chuck/Syndicate/wasteland-land, there is a person named War, who is the son of someone whom we might recognize in our world as Menachem. And it turns out that in Wasteland-land, War Begin does own a certain amount of real estate that he named Next Monday. [He had the right idea, but the expression is ‘knock you into next *week*’.] War has already met Chuck, so he’s already Chuck’s bitch.
Therefore, it makes perfect grammatical sense to say;
“Blockhead’s War Begin’s Next Monday”
… because otherwise you have to do some awkward exposition like “The Next Monday belonging to War Begin, who in turn is the personal property and outhouse attendant of the violent bald guy – formerly known as Blockhead.”
…Who, having been near-fatally wounded, and just as he was about to recover, suddenly felt the icy grip of death upon him.
Not fair, capcha tried to pre-empt me with critique: line shodLea
Jason you deserve a vacay! That was an epic ending to Cal and as much as I want to blow you for creating such and epic character as Chuck, hubby’s ego couldn’t take it and I kinda like the fella. I will hang onto each new post for the next two or three years 😛
Cow tools! http://images.mmorpg.com/images/galleries/formatted/032010/9e66f089-fce6-4948-be16-dfce8f124c34.png
Good eye! Now we know who built Chuck’s arm.
I don’t want to know what the rock with the boner does though…