i’m trying to imagine him asking these guys to take this picture
"The best part of a relationship is getting to call the person, or lay down next to them, and tell them all the crazy things that happened to you all day long. In the end that’s what it’s about. It’s not about sex, it’s not about the money they give you, it’s not about how good looking they are, it’s about them listening to you talk for hours and hours and hours, about stupid shit that doesn’t matter."
This was just cool all by itself…but keep watching
I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT
How the fuck do you not know how to spell Ian.
E.N. Hahahah I’m dying.
Hey they tried their best
My dogs look like they’re taking a prom pic
I swear they all have Tumblr accounts
and the song is called unnatural selection tho.
"Nope, I’m listening to this in your bedroom as well."
'Fuck my ass…. wait'
Your comic is bad and you should feel bad.
The Wrong Side of History
There was a small incident that occurred when I was at the CAKE comics festival a few weeks back: basically my friend Barry pointed out what seemed to be a guy with a gun inside the convention hall - which caused me to have a few moments of WTF panic, before he seemingly disappeared - and it prompted me to write this little comic.Mike Dawson is the author of the graphic novel Angie Bongiolatti, a story about sex, socialism, and online learning.
1) why is this tagged marriage equality?
2) You have an irrational fear of firearms.
3) You’re a sexist
4) You get angry over some really dumb stuff, let me tell you.
Stupid comic and a stupid opinion
Terrible comic. I want gay couples to be able to protect their cannabis fields with full - auto AKs and not have to pay taxes on it to anyone.
Get on my level.
Mountain biker jumps over Tour de France bikers.
you’re not hardcore unless you live hardcore
"I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages."