My idea was to start with the 'girl's perspective' because it was somehow easier for me to come up with 55 ways of taking the piss out of myself, and my ilk; also I and have far more female than male friends so 'understand' the M.A.W (Men Are Weird) argument quite well.
To be honest, I have no idea why women would want to fuck us at any time in their lives, but I thank the Lord you do.
Thank you Lord.
Am now working working on IDIAAMDD Pt.2. But as you would expect, it's just a depressing list of height/arse/tits/leg/face combos because we're shallow-as-fuck, us men.
I hang out mostly with girls. I do yoga. I'm into things that 'smell nice'. I wear women's jeans because they're more comfy (I'm a size 12/14 if you're thinking of sending me a pair). I get tearful when I listen to The Carpenters.
Maybe I am gay?
And just think, if I'd never started this blog and posted this post, I would have never been alerted to the fact...
Internet dating? So that is what you have been up to....sneaky.
Looking at this, it has nothing to do with "love", most of it is superficial stuff. I don't internet date, so maybe I just don't know the score. May explain a few things.
Everyone has something weird about them, Tina, even you.
I prefer to hang out with girls too, because I just like the whole gender more; but it also could be that we have a lot more women than men at our school. I also like to pet them over their hair when they are smaller than me randomly (no punches or kicks back so far! Whish me luck! But really, this is one of those acts that people expect the least). Erm, yeah, well, so this isn´t an indicator for gayness, really. Not in our circles, at least. But illustration students are a pretty weird bunch to begin with, so, well...
I also like the big butt pill. Your pills have strange anatomy.
Also, man, how many blogs do you have at once? Leave some for the rest of us!
Hmmm. Have just spent a pleasant minute or two reveling in all this praise. Almost didn't feel depressed for those 120 seconds.
Almost.
Note to self: create a blog which automatically generates comments about how wonderful I am which are then appended to anything I post, hundreds of comments, thousands of comments, MILLIONS! So many, that just reading them alone would be a full time job and I wouldn't have TIME for being depressed.
Sometimes I stun myself with my creative ingenuity.
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That's great!
yep
Ouch! Flashbacks! Aaaahhhhhh!!!!!!
HILARIOUS!!!!!!! One of the best I've seen! I'm sending it to all of my internet dating friends. Geeks.
Yes...
That would be us.
Hilarious, and scary.. why are so many people so weird?
WHOMPIN FANTASTIC. and i thought onion jack was funny....
OMG - thank goodness I'm married and out of today's dating discoveries!
I fit into too many of those catergories.
Also, Steve, I didnt know you were gay. I mean, I shouldve figured it out, but I guess I wasnt paying attention.
I love this drawing though. Very funny.
My idea was to start with the 'girl's perspective' because it was somehow easier for me to come up with 55 ways of taking the piss out of myself, and my ilk; also I and have far more female than male friends so 'understand' the M.A.W (Men Are Weird) argument quite well.
To be honest, I have no idea why women would want to fuck us at any time in their lives, but I thank the Lord you do.
Thank you Lord.
Am now working working on IDIAAMDD Pt.2. But as you would expect, it's just a depressing list of height/arse/tits/leg/face combos because we're shallow-as-fuck, us men.
I clearly don't need to tell YOU that, J-Girl.
Hang on a moment.
I hang out mostly with girls. I do yoga. I'm into things that 'smell nice'. I wear women's jeans because they're more comfy (I'm a size 12/14 if you're thinking of sending me a pair). I get tearful when I listen to The Carpenters.
Maybe I am gay?
And just think, if I'd never started this blog and posted this post, I would have never been alerted to the fact...
Internet dating? So that is what you have been up to....sneaky.
Looking at this, it has nothing to do with "love", most of it is superficial stuff. I don't internet date, so maybe I just don't know the score. May explain a few things.
Everyone has something weird about them, Tina, even you.
I think you should make a poster out of this. Classic.
great
Here, here!
I prefer to hang out with girls too, because I just like the whole gender more; but it also could be that we have a lot more women than men at our school. I also like to pet them over their hair when they are smaller than me randomly (no punches or kicks back so far! Whish me luck! But really, this is one of those acts that people expect the least). Erm, yeah, well, so this isn´t an indicator for gayness, really. Not in our circles, at least. But illustration students are a pretty weird bunch to begin with, so, well...
I also like the big butt pill. Your pills have strange anatomy.
Also, man, how many blogs do you have at once? Leave some for the rest of us!
Sometimes I like to dress up as my dead grandma.
For some reason girls think I'm strange too.
See, Freddy is confused by all your blogs.
And Im glad I could clear up your sexuality for you.
And this drawing also alerted me to the fact that my Valium pill is fat. Good work.
lol, giggle, chortle, snigger, chuckle, i love it, you clever man you, of course you're a 'chip off the old block'.
Usually figure I'm doing pretty well when they have just one of these attributes ... one from each row, obviously.
So...where'd all the music go?
*sad face*
It's like a picture menu.
I'll take one of these and a half order of that, and please wrap one of those from the bottom row for me to bring home for the dog.
Heehee, nice work!
Is there something wrong with being in love with my cat??? ;-)
So funny, prozac man is the bomb:)
ha, great stuff!
'Fraid so.
Actually, not afraid so at all. Good for you.
i think you've summed it all up rather nicely. i'm constantly surprised and amazed that anyone gets together at all.
Just needed to make that comment total a nice round thirty
wonderful...!
Hilarious.
ta ta
chichi
Hmmm. Have just spent a pleasant minute or two reveling in all this praise. Almost didn't feel depressed for those 120 seconds.
Almost.
Note to self: create a blog which automatically generates comments about how wonderful I am which are then appended to anything I post, hundreds of comments, thousands of comments, MILLIONS! So many, that just reading them alone would be a full time job and I wouldn't have TIME for being depressed.
Sometimes I stun myself with my creative ingenuity.
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