Guess what I found...

Hell fucking yes, I found one of the original Fif' & Foamy comics that I drew on a bar napkin sometime last year. This one's my personal favorite out of all the old ones, not only because of the subject matter/cameo but also because it's the only one that I ever came up with a witty title for. Fuck yeah.

Space Cadets

Funny lookin pictures

Alright, I just remembered that I had these sittin under a bunch of heavy books, tryin to get all the wrinkles out so I could scan em. Fif' & Foamy started as a bored-in-class/at the bar doodle, and have evolved into a bored-at-work/at the bar doodle. The ones that'll get posted are all newer, cuz someone borrowed my college notebook that contained all the old ones and decided not to give it back. If you don't like these, then you can probably go fuck a wad of that pink insulation stuff (unless that's what you're into, in which case DON'T go fuck a wad of that pink insulation stuff. ha!).

It still feels weird typing "2010"

This one seems like as good of a story as any to start off the new year. Nice, Pat. Real nice. Y'know, I made a short-sighted deal with the Devil once...sure, the Devil covered my shift on a Saturday morning, but now I've got a shitty timeshare in Cabo and a subscription to Jet Magazine. I guess the lesson, according to PatRob (as his homies call him), to be learned from the possible two-hundred thousand dead is that you shouldn't be the descendant of someone who allegedly made a superstitious vow in exchange for freedom. Thanks for the blog fodder, P.R., and kudos to you for being the first big thing of 2010 that made me say, "fuckin...really?"