We broke 50! Woo!
This True Blood fan-comic features a duck pornographer, and me apparently being a pedant on Twitter.
The old fable about the tortoise and the hare:
Last week was our first D&D minus Vince (he chased his dreams to Vancouver) and everybody missed him a lot. To give credit where it's due, the order in this one was: Neil, Ryder, Drew, me, Ian.
The ending becomes more complex the more I look at it. Has Vince managed to contort himself into that position, and is wistfully masturbating to memories of Alberta? Or is that the wang of an off-panel stranger, and Vince is desperately wishing he were back in Calgary where this bukkake shit was never forced on him? No one knows. Except Ian Pond.