I went in to Toys 'R Us the other day to download that new Pokemon and buy a DS game case. So, I downloaded the Arceus, and proceeded to checkout. As I was leaving, I said to the cashier, "Thanks for the Pokemon download." She replied, "We don't have it." I said, "Yes... Yes you do." She said, "No, we never got it." I said, "Yes you did. I downloaded it." She said, "No, we don't have the disk." I said, "I downloaded. It's in my DS. I have it right here in my pocket. You have it." At this point, she sang, "Here is my, here is my- No, you can't download my Pokemon... My Po-Po-Pokemon, my Po-Pokemon." I might have made the last part up.

If anyone knows how to program in Perl and Nyx, my next door neighbor is looking to hire someone. Ask your computer friends.

I DON'T CARE WHAT IT TASTES LIKE!!!

The saga continues.
Wikipedia owes me one, for all the obscure cartoons and things I reference that people have to look up.

By the way, I added some fun lists and stuff at the bottom of the page. Enjoy.

Nobody EVER Pays Me in Gum!

This is the first part of an ongoing saga!

I raked all the leaves into a big pile this weekend. I wanted to put them in garbage bags, but no one would help me, so instead, I put a wig and some goofy lady's sunglasses on it, and now we have to ask it for advice.

In that one frame, that's a speech bubble from Sunglasses under the table. It's not a Chao that's melting, or an amoeba.

Don't Move My Action Figures While I'm Away!

I don't have any clever insight today.

My Name is Jerry. Will You Be My Friend?

Kudos if you know what game I'm parodying.
Those creatures at the end came to me in a dream, and said to me, "Charlie, you must put us in your comic... or we will burn down the Space Mountain ride." No, they didn't actually say that. One of them did pose as an undiscovered Pokemon at a toy store, though. You could even store coins in its trumpet shaped mouth! Useful! Convenient!

I missed How I Met Your Mother because of a fire. I hope they put them out.

This is as close as I get to political satire.
You can't wear an oven mitt on your head and call yourself a fireman! I know it seems like a good idea, but these people train hard, and you can't just run in there with an oven mitt and a Supersoaker and try to play hero! I feel dizzy... Has anyone seen my car keys?

'Till All Are One, or at least Until 3:00 PM.

I nearly stabbed myself in the face while unloading dishes. I nearly tripped on my own pant leg while unloading some sharp knives. Such an injury surely would have ruined my comics, or at least my long weekend.