Man I want one...

In my youth, I had a wonderful beard that I took on walks and cared for everyday. I loved that beard. Now that I'm married, there's no room for my little beard in the relationship. Sure, you can say I'm getting whupped up on, you can even email me whip-cracking sound effects to your hearts content. I've tried to bring Beard back, and when you have to sit through day after day of "Please shave it... please?" and "When are you gonna shave it?" you think, "well, maybe she'll get used to it and stop asking". Now, I say this without hyperbole, after the third week of every conversation ending with a plea for shaving, one's resolve starts to shake. I still miss Beard tho...

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How we do

Today's comic details our roles and processes that we adhere to when bringing you this comic. As you can see here Pilfro's diseased brain thinks up some new filth, and tries to get it through scams who acts as our conscience, gatekeeper and editor. I will blissfully draw anything that's put in front of me, no matter how stinky it is. This strip itself is a perfect example of how we do: The word on the bag was originally "Babies" when Pilfro first pitched it, but that was struck down right off the bat.

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Killing Time

My god I'm slower than your Mother at a Slow Mom contest(uncalled-for Mother cut) lately! But I finally have the latest toon done and here it is. This one sprang from a conversation we've had many times questioning the sexuality of the Paladin class and the unnecessarily homo-erotically named talent of "Laying on Hands". The irony that this is a practice of the church and all the trouble their employees have been getting into on this subject is not lost on me. Needless to say, some of us(Myself, Pilfro) enjoy playing the squeaky clean Pallys. Others, Scams included take every opportunity to deride that noble class. Anyhoo, without further ado, here is a situation where the questioned ability could come into play...