Saturday, December 11, 2010

My day, in the form of a comic


Cyanide and Happiness just understands me too well.

Earlier, I walked in on the middle of a conversation, and all I heard this girl say was something to the effect of, "it's weird, it feels like I've got wings or something."
I quickly jump in with, "Huh, I'd expect someone like you to be sprouting horns on your head, if anything."
So, I was just being my usual self, when that person asks me why I have to be so mean to them all the time.  Well, let's give that explanation a shot, shall we?  Some music should do nicely.

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