Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Say It Ain't So, Sack

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Hey, gay stoners! Feeling blue because you don't have a "treasure trail"? Just sew a fabric version onto that smelly tank top you're always wearing! Voila!

(You're welcome.)
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7 comments:

Jon the Intergalactic Gladiator said...

Oh come on, Iggy Pop has better things to do than picking on fat guys.

7:30 AM
Anonymous said...

Ben Tennyson's long-lost older brother was at a difficult time in his life. Dealing with his younger brother acquiring the Omnitrix and his own latent homosexuality at the same time. Poor Tub was unfortunately caught in the middle of it all.

9:01 PM
Jeremy Rizza said...

Jon: He has better substances to do, too!

David: This is the strangest "Johnny DC" title I've ever seen.

6:32 AM
Anonymous said...

hmm...he looks like a young, strung out Doc Samson. I guess it's just a weird coloring or scanning thing, but the hair color looks green-tinged to me. It would be a few years before he acquired the little thunderbolt across the black stripe.

9:14 AM
Jeremy Rizza said...

Good point! Damn weak-ass gamma rays...

10:42 AM
Anonymous said...

Only one flashback in, and the overweight gentleman already has a whole lot of nicknames. "Goober P. Ratchet, a/k/a Tub, a/k/a Sack, a/k/a Chicken, a/k/a Perfect Fighting Machine, you are under arrest for perpetuating the stereotype that fat people carry food wherever they go."

1:53 PM
Jeremy Rizza said...

Anonymous: "You have the right to a Jenny Craig counselor..."

6:28 AM

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