Chapter 2 of wild west wendy is done, only 3 to go in minus time. no i'm not panicing noooo.
I'm praying , like Wendy, that great Grud himself will bestow me with a living wage, 6 extra hours a day, and a shot gun that i too may dole out justice to the unclean, the unrighteous, the unholy , and the gruddam un-interesting.
actually scrap unclean, i can live with that one.
damn computers, i can't post this post. my scanner won't scan, photoshop won't photoshop...bah
I'm praying , like Wendy, that great Grud himself will bestow me with a living wage, 6 extra hours a day, and a shot gun that i too may dole out justice to the unclean, the unrighteous, the unholy , and the gruddam un-interesting.
actually scrap unclean, i can live with that one.
damn computers, i can't post this post. my scanner won't scan, photoshop won't photoshop...bah
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Maybe if you pray extra-specially hard, then Santa will come from Heaven and leave you that shotgun under your pillow...
silly boy. don't they teach you nothing in landan ? Its the fairies leave stuff under pillows. and mangy tick & flea ridden dogs.
and dogs can't get shot-gun licenses in the UK, only twats in tweed caps can.
now shaddap ! i'm 2 panels short of a page before bed time.
What about a Santa-dog wearing a tweed cat eh, little miss smarty-pants? Hadn't thought of that one, had you?
And it's pronounced 'Lahhn-daahn'. Erm, 'you slaaag!'
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