Help Me Get These Lobster Claws Off My Arms.

The other day, I was playing video games, and a six hundred foot tall scorpion burst into our trailer. My brother rushed in and slew it using not but his wits and psionic mind bullets. We threw him a ticker-tape parade.

Seriously, though. How do I beat that sleeping pig in The World Ends with You? I can't rest until I've finished it.

Cracks in Walls May be a Sign of Foundation Problems.

...Seriously, though. Who can help me finish that game? I've almost got it, except for that blasted sleeping pig that runs away when I hit it. Don't tell me to go to Gamefaqs. They aren't any help.

If you meditate, and then you still want to destroy someone, you're not doing it properly.

I would like to close with a question. I'll post the answer next week.
Q: If my grandmother had wheels instead of arms and legs, she would be a car, and not my grandmother.

Did You See That!? Bigfoot just Stole my Lunchbox!

Sorry. This one's not that great. I had to do my taxes. Also, my Masterpiece Grimlock just arrived. Plus, I did that really good one last week, and I didn't feel like spending all weekend on another one.

The Exciting Contusion!

Now, part two of the epic 100th comic, in full color.
If you've not been here in a couple weeks, scroll down and read part one first, or else this won't make any sense.

My sister had Powerwheels mixed up with Hotwheels, and thought I was talking about little die cast cars for cats. Hotwheels for cats? That's just absurd. No one would buy them.
I saw a little girl crash her dad's electric shopping cart into her mom at Wal-Mart the other day.
When I see the word "Octomom" on the cover of a supermarket tabloid, I mistake it for "Octoman," and am immediately disappointed that they're not talking about an obscure F-Zero character.