When I first started to expand on this story arc, I had a CSI type investigation sequence involving Greg, Bradley, goggles, black lights and possibly seminal fluid, in mind. I decided to scrap the idea. Perhaps I’ll save the idea for something down the road, but I think it might be a little too chocolate for my vanilla comic at this point. We’ll see. But what I ended up doing, was give Bradley “telepathic powers” and shorten the story arc by a couple of strips. As far as how it all gets revealed, I have to be honest, The Hangover. I couldn’t come up with anything original, so instead of pictures like they had in the movie, I had it as a video file. Well, you’ll see what happens on Monday.
Greg wants YOU to vote.
If dogs could speak, their most commonly spoken phrase would be “feed me”. Probably would be true for most pets. Correction, all pets. I was going to make pet rocks the exception, but I thought about it and came to the conclusion that pet rocks are not pets. They are just rocks. Well, I’m just going to make a list of what I think dogs would most commonly say, most being the first on the list:
1. Feed me.
2. I want what you’re eating.
3. You f#$%in’ jackass (applies to neutered male dog)
4. Your butt smells nice, did you just have snausages?
5. Tail! My arch nemesis. I’ll get you this time . . . why’s the room spinning?
Feel free to add your guesses to the list.
The Scooby-Doo underwear is sexy enough, if I didn’t censor my nipple, my sexiness would’ve blown up your screen . . .
Well, like I wrote yesterday, I was planning on doing a weekly blog for Tuesdays chronicling my attempt at weight loss. So here it is. A little background, I’m 5’8 to 5’9 and I currently weigh 205 pounds. I wasn’t always like this, I weighed 165 pounds and was in relatively decent shape three years ago. The weight gain started when they put the snacks next to me during my former nine to five, and it really picked up speed when I started dating my then girlfriend, now wife. Lost the motivation to work out and ended up tacking on nearly fifty pounds in a year. So now I’m the butt of my parents’ fatso comments every time I see them. Think everyone has been nagging me to lose the weight for the past two years. And the side effects of being overweight totally sucks. I can’t run up a flight of stairs without sucking wind now a days, when I used to be able to ball for an entire afternoon. I get tired easily. I snore more. I’m also a lot more gassy, something that my wife tolerates but makes no secret that she hates. I’ve tried some half hearted attempts at losing weight, but the munchies always lured me back.
Well, this time I’m hoping putting up pictures of my belly will get me motivated. So every Thursday, I’ll take a picture of my gut, weigh myself and post up the results the following Tuesday (That pic was taken Thursday, I liked how crappy it looked so . . . pictures on Thursday). No special diets, no crazy work out routine, I’m just going to stop snacking or snack as little as possible and mix in about ten minutes of exercise daily. And I’ll take it from there. Hopefully there will be some results, else I’ll just be flooding the internet with pictures of my fat self. Damn, the Superbowl didn’t help either. Three hours of excuse driven snacking, I think I’ll be happy with breaking even for the week.
Goal: 165 pounds
Currently: 205 pounds