Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Bleep You, Gladys

Ah, so now we know why this guru is stuck on the top of a mountain instead of in a church or something. As we learned from Obama, endorsement from Oprah is almost a death stroke.

Pig is my God now.

The one problem I have with serial strips are the ones that waste space and time. Who knows what could've happened in this strip if the writer would've done more than use the very original dilemma of the hunter becoming the hunted.

I used to like Pibgorn. Sure, it's been awhile but I don't even want to know what's going on. I can barely read this thing.

First of all, they don't "beep" you, they "bleep" you. And if Gargantuan Woman Gladys can't handle a little fucking swearing then I have no Goddamn remorse for anyone in this bastardized queef of a comic strip.