Whoopsidoodle cause I like Ned Flanders from the Simpsons. And whoopsidoodle cause I made a whoopsidoodle on the site. Turns out there were navigation buttons for the non-comic blogs. I just colored the font for the navigation icons and numbers the same as the background. I didn’t realize this until my friend highlighted that area. So I pretty much outsourced my Sunday sketches to Tumblr for no reason. Well, perhaps I’ll bring them back someday. Yea, I’m an idiot. Other than that, you may have noticed the recent changes to the site. A buffet of advertisements once you go below comic level. Hopefully they aren’t too much of an eyesore. If they are, feel free to ignore them. I’m just trying to pay the bills around here.
Greg wants YOU to vote.
So this is pure fiction here. I mean, I have woken up in the same bed with a dude before. Let me clarify, when I climbed into the bed, it was intentional, not out of some drunken stupor. . . Ok, let me clarify once more, at the time it was either the bed with a dude or the cold hardwood floor with the roaches. And it was all good, we were a couple of straight dudes so nothing happened. Although I did have a weird dream about a hand cupping my sphericals and massaging my buttocks . . . I guess the two were unrelated. And yup, I brought back “sphericals”. Sphericals for all!
Not that we need an excuse to drink, but drinking games are whole worlds of fun. . . until the next morning. But that’s for another time. Without giving too much away, I’d say today’s strip is more of a transitional strip. And yea, that’s a chair being balanced on Bradley’s head. Not all of it made it to the actual strip however. I always liked the pictures of sleeping drunk guys balancing thirty beer cans on their forehead, so I thought why not a chair? I’m going to remind everyone that this is a fictional character so don’t try this at home, or at the bar, or in the dorm, or the frat house … or anywhere. Although it would be pretty awesome if . . . nah, never mind.