I spent half the weekend reading pages from “I saw you” to my friends while we went about our weekend festivities, I have to say it was greatly enjoyed by all. Thank God you didn’t write it.
pondering old 70’s pop lyrics makes me not real? oh I beg to differ sir, that makes me disgustingly real. I mean, what the hell else am I going to do with all that free mental space? definitely not ponder 80’s songs. That would serve only to boggle the mind even further
Autoimmune disease and cancer hasn’t killed me. Goddamn, you’re a whiner. When your ass tries to kill you and you survive, that’s some perseverance! People with colostomy bags deserve some respect and hugs, just not over-enthusiastic bear hugs…
actually Sarah, I earned my whining rights by almost dying of an auto immune disease when I was 20. It’s no colostomy bag, but I’m pretty sure it entitles me to a free pass for bitchin’
My mom had cancer which spread throughout her body, including her heart. Needless to say, she died. The doctor blamed the tumor on her heart (cardiac tampanon) for her death.
I do love your comics (I tend to lurk more than not) but this one kind of hit close to home.
Oh god, have you ever seen the album cover for that Wreckless Eric single? He looks like a pedophile singing for children. And, I agree, that line is a fucked up one to tell a child. Now I keep thinking how I don’t have the money to go to Tahiti and therefore will never be able to go the whole wide world to find that fucking boyfriend everyone tells me is out there.
Fuck you, Eric.
It’s totally cool for you to make fun of everyone and everything on the planet without regard for anyone’s feelings until it’s my turn.
How dare you treat something so serious with a touch of humour in your own comic that I’m not forced to read without running it by me first. My great great grandcousin twice removed on my stepmother’s aunt’s side died of the bacon blast, so this one hit close to home.
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July 6th, 2009 at 9:04 am
Thanks for another great cartoon. I love visiting Fart Party and I respect all the time it takes to draw stuff all the time!
July 6th, 2009 at 10:41 am
Bacon blast = me laughing
July 6th, 2009 at 10:49 am
porksniffles hehehe
July 6th, 2009 at 10:57 am
“the appropriate mixture of my demise”…. very nice.
July 6th, 2009 at 11:36 am
Never, EVER google yourself. It’s like dividing by zero.
July 6th, 2009 at 1:30 pm
hamthrax
July 6th, 2009 at 2:19 pm
Yet another great comic - thx lots Julia.
July 6th, 2009 at 2:38 pm
I love that song!!
July 6th, 2009 at 3:31 pm
Bacon Blast? New Dairy Queen flavor?
And the fact that you were thinking about a Wreckless Eric song is further proof that you can’t possibly be real.
July 6th, 2009 at 3:32 pm
hamthrax! good one! Pork sniffles-!
July 6th, 2009 at 5:49 pm
Pork sniffles & bacon blast brought the lulz. Well played!
July 6th, 2009 at 11:28 pm
I spent half the weekend reading pages from “I saw you” to my friends while we went about our weekend festivities, I have to say it was greatly enjoyed by all. Thank God you didn’t write it.
July 7th, 2009 at 12:29 am
pondering old 70’s pop lyrics makes me not real? oh I beg to differ sir, that makes me disgustingly real. I mean, what the hell else am I going to do with all that free mental space? definitely not ponder 80’s songs. That would serve only to boggle the mind even further
July 7th, 2009 at 1:10 am
Autoimmune disease and cancer hasn’t killed me. Goddamn, you’re a whiner. When your ass tries to kill you and you survive, that’s some perseverance! People with colostomy bags deserve some respect and hugs, just not over-enthusiastic bear hugs…
July 7th, 2009 at 8:40 am
actually Sarah, I earned my whining rights by almost dying of an auto immune disease when I was 20. It’s no colostomy bag, but I’m pretty sure it entitles me to a free pass for bitchin’
July 7th, 2009 at 8:41 am
My mom had cancer which spread throughout her body, including her heart. Needless to say, she died. The doctor blamed the tumor on her heart (cardiac tampanon) for her death.
I do love your comics (I tend to lurk more than not) but this one kind of hit close to home.
July 7th, 2009 at 10:55 am
Cardiac tampons and porkholera…sounds like my time with the peace corps in Wackystan
July 7th, 2009 at 2:41 pm
Oh god, have you ever seen the album cover for that Wreckless Eric single? He looks like a pedophile singing for children. And, I agree, that line is a fucked up one to tell a child. Now I keep thinking how I don’t have the money to go to Tahiti and therefore will never be able to go the whole wide world to find that fucking boyfriend everyone tells me is out there.
Fuck you, Eric.
July 7th, 2009 at 2:42 pm
It’s totally cool for you to make fun of everyone and everything on the planet without regard for anyone’s feelings until it’s my turn.
How dare you treat something so serious with a touch of humour in your own comic that I’m not forced to read without running it by me first. My great great grandcousin twice removed on my stepmother’s aunt’s side died of the bacon blast, so this one hit close to home.
Shame on you.
July 7th, 2009 at 10:36 pm
re: medical pictures
Google “scrotal gangrene”. Also, “pessary”.
July 8th, 2009 at 12:23 am
lol at ksmeiner