once long ago in the ancient days of olden times, there was a frog that fell in love with a broom. the frog didn’t have no dustpan vagina, but it sure wished it did, because dustpans were the only shorties this particular broom ever wanted to hang with. one day the frog used its very talented tongue (the broom didn’t know what it was missing) to catch a big, colorful fly, and it was about to eat the fly when it turned out the fly was really a fairy, whose name naturally was Bruce. Bruce offered to give the frog one wish in exchange for freedom from its digestive juices, and the frog of course wished to become a dustpan, except of course it didn’t say dustpan, because in the long-ago ancient days of olden times people spoke middle english. they didn’t know that it was middle english, though, they thought it was just the hippest most modern thing around, which only goes to show that people in the past really were old-fashioned and dumb. anyway, the word for dustpan in middle english is “gryde”, so the frog wished to become a gryde, the hottest little gryde in the whole ancient medieval kingdom or wherever the hell they lived, and so that’s what happened and the broom fell in love with the former frog and they lived happily ever after.
oh but first they got married and the priest said he’d married many a bride and groom but this was the first time he married a GRYDE AND BROOM.
ha.
(and if you’re wondering why the priest didn’t use the middle english word for broom like he did for the dustpan then just stop, because who knows why priests do the crazy fucking things they do?)
as cool as i think you are and want to say “hey, I’d hit that!” do you really want someone who reads a comic like this to be the guy you go after? i mean it’s cool to be interested, but it usually doesnt work out with your fans (
Someone I once knew said, “Anyone can get laid, if all you want to get is laid.”
(Me, I don’t think I’ve kissed anyone other than my ex since I turned 35.)
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January 7th, 2007 at 11:06 pm
What did you say? I’m a 23 year old virgin, and I couldn’t hear you over the lonely sobbing I was doing while masturbating.
If you get really desperate, there’s always rule # 4…
January 7th, 2007 at 11:20 pm
maybe your dustpan vag will meet broom cock! Oooo, sweep me away broom cock!
January 8th, 2007 at 1:53 am
once long ago in the ancient days of olden times, there was a frog that fell in love with a broom. the frog didn’t have no dustpan vagina, but it sure wished it did, because dustpans were the only shorties this particular broom ever wanted to hang with. one day the frog used its very talented tongue (the broom didn’t know what it was missing) to catch a big, colorful fly, and it was about to eat the fly when it turned out the fly was really a fairy, whose name naturally was Bruce. Bruce offered to give the frog one wish in exchange for freedom from its digestive juices, and the frog of course wished to become a dustpan, except of course it didn’t say dustpan, because in the long-ago ancient days of olden times people spoke middle english. they didn’t know that it was middle english, though, they thought it was just the hippest most modern thing around, which only goes to show that people in the past really were old-fashioned and dumb. anyway, the word for dustpan in middle english is “gryde”, so the frog wished to become a gryde, the hottest little gryde in the whole ancient medieval kingdom or wherever the hell they lived, and so that’s what happened and the broom fell in love with the former frog and they lived happily ever after.
oh but first they got married and the priest said he’d married many a bride and groom but this was the first time he married a GRYDE AND BROOM.
ha.
(and if you’re wondering why the priest didn’t use the middle english word for broom like he did for the dustpan then just stop, because who knows why priests do the crazy fucking things they do?)
January 8th, 2007 at 2:06 am
Oh, groan. Might I suggest a water-based lubricant?
January 8th, 2007 at 3:51 am
Hey. Some guys like it dirty.
Jsut sayin’.
January 8th, 2007 at 7:38 am
If I had a nickel for every time I went home with a girl that lived in a dustpan, man I’d have tons of nickels.
January 8th, 2007 at 7:50 am
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHA
January 8th, 2007 at 12:47 pm
hey, most vaginas have a dual purpose at best. consider yourself…special.
January 8th, 2007 at 1:54 pm
Oh, if I did’nt feel so sorry for you I would laugh out loud.
Crap,… I did.
January 8th, 2007 at 5:09 pm
HA! I don’t see what the problem is. I know I’d love to meet you!
January 8th, 2007 at 10:52 pm
Maybe it’s just me here, but all I can hear in my head is Margaret Cho yelling MY NAME IS GWEN AND I’M HERE TO WAAAASH YOOOORE VAGIIIIIIINA!!!
January 9th, 2007 at 8:58 am
I like the rolled up sleeve detail and the reversed line to show pockets on the matching (i.e. “work”) aprons. Good, J.
Your eye movement to show passage of time (like Ms. Park has said…you have an excellent grasp of pacing) and inner thoughts going on. Again, good.
January 10th, 2007 at 11:34 am
Julia, FYI your rss feed hasn’t been working the past couple of days.
April 15th, 2007 at 5:00 pm
this was a really gay cartoon.
not even kidden…
well at least im getting some action!!!
March 8th, 2008 at 5:47 am
No pussy in 4 years. 4. Nothing more than a serious makeout or two.
Maybe I should work harder to work it out with this bisexual couple I know…
March 11th, 2008 at 2:44 pm
as cool as i think you are and want to say “hey, I’d hit that!” do you really want someone who reads a comic like this to be the guy you go after? i mean it’s cool to be interested, but it usually doesnt work out with your fans (
May 14th, 2008 at 2:52 pm
“Hey, you’re cute. Wanna go back to my place and pass out on a mattress on the floor of a closet?”
Yes. Yes I would.
February 1st, 2009 at 12:37 pm
Hello. And Bye.
March 26th, 2010 at 10:56 pm
Someone I once knew said, “Anyone can get laid, if all you want to get is laid.”
(Me, I don’t think I’ve kissed anyone other than my ex since I turned 35.)