Ben and George Discuss Censorship

Here's two of our national treasures that we haven't seen in a while. Let's have a look at what's chapping the mythical asses of our founding fathers today.

3/2: Electric Bugaloo

You just know that armorer is going to be a dick and make them clean their rifles like, a bajillion times.

That little chaplain's assistant chick is pretty bangin' though. 

 Damn, dude, that's harsh.

There were some concerns that it could have been.

It only takes the merest of encouragement to get me to crank out more of these things. If you enjoy it, I'm glad. If not, well, that's just like, your opinion, man.

Oh Go and Fuck Yourself

Here are some comics that I made that show our fellow Devil Dogs in the 3/2 urinating on the corpses of Taliban fighters. These may make people angry, but that is okay. If you're angry it's the first step to engagement, so there's that. Personally, I have no feeling one way or the other about the 'incident' and have full faith and confidence in the Big Green Weenie's fidelity and ability to bone the everloving shit out of these Leathernecks. Oh well, such is life.

 You and all your fancy goddamn words and learnin' and lookin' down on your bros.

 No one wants to be the guy that falls out and gets picked up by the Humvee in the rear and given the silver bullet.

I never can pass up a good pun.

Fuck All of This

Here is a comic that I made. It features our old favorite, UBL, a character I have not done in a while and so he was feeling neglected and I heard him weeping not so silently in his folder on my C drive. I couldn't help but be moved. 

Anyway, Christmas time is upon us and I must now turn my fevered attention to the construction of the yearly Toche Christmas letter. 

Okay, I Got Lazy Like A Sumbitch

Anyone else here divine the terrible omen that our future is just a mid-season rehash of the pilot "Homo sapiens, That's Not What My Wife Would Say."

Here's the rest of the shit that no one else is looking at so I can be done with it. Pilot episode here. 

Not Shit All To Do For The Next Five Days

I'm looking at a T-give (yeah, I'll resurrect that shit from the Ghost of Bloggings Past) with a high temperature of 70 plus and I'll take this opp (I'm calling opportunities opps from now on [Laid off from your career of 10 years? There's an opp for that. Kaboom.]) The only shitty thing (possible opp) to come from this is that the dogs still accrue ticks like a whore does chancres.

Comics, you say? Providing-eth. Arc-eth begotten here.

WANTCHU TO MAKE ME FEEL

So, yeah. Or should I say, "YEARGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH". Still haven't gotten over that Howard Dean moment. Here is the continuation of the Duke and Rusty saga. 'Bout to post mad grabbage on this here blog, son. 

Apparently some peeps from Russia or Burkina Faso like to check this out. 

Cool Story Co. starts here. 

Pretty Sure This Is A Solid Macro Plan

#OTPL

It's a DOUBLE DIP

The Lord is always looking out for his hos. 

Someone should get this guy some therapy, like, post haste.

Here are some new comics and if I'm not lazy enough, I will post up the continuation of Duke and Rusty later, but now I's gots to write!

ROCK LOBSTER!

Put an old lady in the ground this weekend. Don't feel there's too much to add to that.

Gotta Live My Life

This, all of this, is horseshit.

 Like DMX raps, "We all gots to go, but who wants to be forgotten?"

Steve Jobs died this week. And so a bunch of shitheads took to the internet to honor a man that ramped up conspicuous consumerism and mobilized legions of middle class, aspirants to cool-dom, white kids who desperately want to distance themselves from myriad other vapid and clueless white kids, and too cool for school visual artists who "just can't get the same level of creativity from a Windows-based OS/hardware" (as if MS paint hasn't been the breeding ground of the most innovative minds the innernet has ever witnessed). {Also, I'm making all this shit up, but haters are wont to hate.} 

At first, it slightly sickened me to see this kind of hero worship for Jobs, who was, in all fairness, just some guy who got lucky enough to get famous and then unlucky enough to get cancer and die in a public venue. Then, I just got angry at the stupidity of the masses who think that Jobs somehow enriched their lives with his baubles that diverted our collective attention from the fact that we're lifeforms with a shelf life. So get that new iPod, son. It'll totally make you forget you're harboring the nascent cancer cells that will metastasize and kill your bitch ass. Fucking MacBook Air, gonna give you the immortality you crave! Spend far out the ass in the hopes that someday soon "science", by way of your idiotic purchases, will yield some kind of miracle so you can keep leveling up in whatever shithole forum/game/digital simulation you choose to be a member of. 

Yeah, so fuck it, and fuck him too, because everyone goes and not all of us have the ability, or the good fortune, or the know-how to make bank by exploiting the vast reservoir of existential dread that first world cultures harbor.

Felicia's Grams died on Friday. Ain't a journalist out there going to give a fuck about her plight.

Can't Talk My Way Out of Anything

Hey, yo! Got some new comics for you if you ain't followin' the ole fb! Comics, more like Godmics, am I right? 

Anyway, here's the shit that I haven't done in a while because I've been like, crazy busy, son. Why, just today I wrote a shit-ton, drew some new comics, made a few of these, watched football, got a little drunk, and about to watch the Pack play and have a lil' bit o' the rotgut to help ease me into the Sunday night torpor that we all long for. Fuck all y'all, Columbus Day tomorrow, B, we gettin' mad tight tonight.