Golly gosh.  This one’s goddamned ancient.  Its character sheet for a web sit-comic (yes I said sit-comic, I can be a pop-culture firestarter and invent new words if I want) about two serial killers who are also roommates. It had all the warmth and fuzzyiness and family-friendliness of a comic about two buddies that kill people for fun.  Its about the American dream, really. It only lasted a handful of strips before it died.  Is that ironic?  No, it’d be ironic if it was killed horribly and stashed in the crawlspace. That whole irony thing can be pretty annoying. Golly gosh.  This one’s goddamned ancient.  Its character sheet for a web sit-comic (yes I said sit-comic, I can be a pop-culture firestarter and invent new words if I want) about two serial killers who are also roommates. It had all the warmth and fuzzyiness and family-friendliness of a comic about two buddies that kill people for fun.  Its about the American dream, really. It only lasted a handful of strips before it died.  Is that ironic?  No, it’d be ironic if it was killed horribly and stashed in the crawlspace. That whole irony thing can be pretty annoying.

Golly gosh.  This one’s goddamned ancient.  Its character sheet for a web sit-comic (yes I said sit-comic, I can be a pop-culture firestarter and invent new words if I want) about two serial killers who are also roommates.

It had all the warmth and fuzzyiness and family-friendliness of a comic about two buddies that kill people for fun.  Its about the American dream, really.

It only lasted a handful of strips before it died.  Is that ironic?  No, it’d be ironic if it was killed horribly and stashed in the crawlspace.

That whole irony thing can be pretty annoying.