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<title>#60: Voyeurism and subterfuge make a beautiful couple</title>
<description><![CDATA[So just a few minutes ago, I looked down on my shirt and realized that I still had a pink "Breast Cancer awareness" ribbon from well over a month ago. Now, while I support breasts every way I can, (especially through the use of double entendres) I decided that there's only so long that a man can wear pink. And it was past due.

But as I'm removing the little ribbon-shaped sticker from the shirt, I'm noticing some gunky residue. Not being the first time that I've been in a sticky situation, (especially through the use of double entendres AND puns) I threw the shirt into the wash.

You'd think that would be where the story ends, but it isn't. Y'see, I just checked on it. And somehow, the sticky residue has now covered the entire shirt with a thin coat of "Screw you, you ain't wearing this shirt again" junk. So here I am, at a quandary. On one hand, I'm sure that I've never been the best guy to stop stuff from getting dirty. (especially through the use of... yeah, you get it) On the other hand though...

... Am I the only one seeing the irony in getting clothing cancer from a Cancer Awareness ribbon?]]></description>
<pubDate>Thu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
<link>http://www.drunkduck.com/Boredom_Comics/?p=207412</link>
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<title>#59: False patriotism</title>
<description><![CDATA[So... really, I don't want to get anyone's hopes up about this comic. Essentially, there are 3 more comics of this left... solely because that's the number of comics I have left unuploaded. 

What I do want to say is that I'm not leaving the scene. If you liked how this comic was, then you'll like the one that I'm making presently. Or... if you only liked my author notes and just tolerated my comic (I really, really, really hope that there was only one person who did that) then you'll be happy to know that notes of that style will be happening once a week there. (Hey, I'm sorry, but I want my fans to be there because of my comic, not pseduo-standup.)

So without further adieu, the comic is House of Sushi. I hope you like it... though apparently, I can't figure out how to link to it. (you can just check my profile, but y'know...) Dammit. ]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
<link>http://www.drunkduck.com/Boredom_Comics/?p=206847</link>
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<title>#58: Tricked shot</title>
<description><![CDATA[Seeing how it is Election Day, I was going to give a strong lecture on how important it is to vote and that one vote is always better than no vote.


Then I realized that most people who read this aren't of voting age. So, um, Happy "Same as every other Tuesday in the rest of my life" Day.


But do have fun with global warming, immigrants, and Iraq when the rest of us are happy and retired, you freeloading punks.]]></description>
<pubDate>Tue, 07 Nov 2006 00:00:00 -0600</pubDate>
<link>http://www.drunkduck.com/Boredom_Comics/?p=109114</link>
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<title>#57: Stormtrooper style it is</title>
<description><![CDATA[I'm a deep sleeper. A number of things that I have slept through are:

- a hurricane.
- a gas leak.
- an earthquake.
- drunken people attacking my door at 4 in the morning
- a dog licking my face and smacking me around
- a cat scratching my face and smacking me around
- my AP Biology test. (well not so much "through" as "at one point, I put my head down and took a nap, then woke up and finished" but still; I got awesome grades on it, so I just want to brag about it here)
- the JFK assasination (ok, this one might not be true)


... I'm starting to sense a pattern here. And that is that people really like to screw with me when I'm asleep. I mean, I've got mother nature, society, technology, the animal kingdom... Hell, even academia is being represented here. I'm starting to think that whenever my eyelids start to weigh heavy upon my eyes that everyone around me just starts grinning in anticipation.

And I can't exactly stop them. I mean, I've never been a very good sleepwalker... mainly because I've never been a really good "walker" in general. And the only time that I've woken up with a knife in my hand covered in red stuff was when I fell asleep making a sandwich. A sandwich that was apparently stolen from me. And then had the ketchupy contents of it spilled all over me.
It's really getting out of hand when not only does the entire universe seem to threaten my life when I'm asleep, but now they're taking my food!? I have to think of some kind of self-defense against these atroctities.

So that, ladies and gentleman, is why I still wet the bed.]]></description>
<pubDate>Wed, 01 Nov 2006 00:00:00 -0600</pubDate>
<link>http://www.drunkduck.com/Boredom_Comics/?p=106973</link>
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<title>#56: That's your horoscope, for today</title>
<description><![CDATA[So I'm sitting at a bus stop, incidentally waiting for a bus, when a bully approaches. Now, this isn't a "I'm actually just a really fat 10 year old" bully or a "In 10 years, your tax dollars will be paying for my sedatives" bully. This is the worst kind of bully there is.

A yellow jacket. 

The thing lands on my pant leg, and starts wandering around the landscape known as my flesh. I try shooing it, but to no avail. After all, "getting stung by a bug" wasn't exactly high on my to-do list today, so all I really could do was try to picture myself in a happy place as if I were some stripper getting felt up by a big guy named Tony. Not that I know how that feels or anything, or that I frequently frequent strip clubs to proclaim my love for Cupcake but... ok, back on topic.

Eventually, the little bugger starts climbing into my pocket. This is where I draw the line. This little thing hasn't even bought me dinner, and he's trying to slide into third base. That doesn't fly, bucko. I'm not about to let myself get abused by something named after tacky clothing! If I didn't do something now, what was next? Getting pushed around by polkadot pantaloons? Having to give my lunch money over to spandex stockings!? I had to stop this, and I knew that there was only one way to do it.

I began rocking my waist back and forth, while thrusting my right hand into my other pocket to protect my manhood from eventual stinging.



... Consequently, "Why yes Sir, there is a bee in my pants... and I'm happy to see you." is not the best way to greet your bus driver.]]></description>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Oct 2006 00:00:00 -0600</pubDate>
<link>http://www.drunkduck.com/Boredom_Comics/?p=106083</link>
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