yeah, are they fake or something?



actually i really have no problem with that particular "stop staring at my boobs!" phrase. the phrase i don't care for is is the "how'd you like it if we were always staring at your crotch?" defense. now i'm not trying to advocate us guys gawking at gozangas, i just don't think that crotch-staring argument is all that good. boobs and crotch aren't exactly the same. i mean, what if we guys started staring at your crotches instead? i think that would be a whole lot creepier than staring at boobs. though to be fair we guys really don't have a proper boob equivalent. er-- well most guys that is. but man-boobs aren't something that people stare at in admiration. that's more of a train-wreck kind of stare.

anyways -- sorry for staring, they just look nice is all.

it doesn't matter if you're in a committed relationship with someone you wouldn't leave for anything or not. bumping into someone you find attractive kinda sucks. you feel kinda guilty for finding them attractive. so what can you do? blame them. it's their fault they have a nice ass, or a neat personality, or a pi tattoo.

tom-eh-to tom-ah-to, right?

if i lived in the world of Foster's -- well first i'd try asking Frankie out. if that didn't work, well then maybe i'd put my imagination to good use.

i'm sure this is relevant to every guy at some point (possably some girls too). last night we had a such a conversation.



unfortunatly i won the argument.

there are many ways to say "sorry, i'm already in a relationship."

this might give a little too much information.

remember that episode of Mythbusters? the exploding toilet? awsome!

took me about 5 months to make that damn thing. i found this neat looking log and figured it was worth a shot. i thought it was looking pretty nice. but you know what they say about the eye of the beholder.

what is it about Billy? all the girls love him. yet he couldent be more than 13. at least not in this comic.

i'm actually quite offended when people (girls) accuse guys of their mind's only being on one thing. our minds are on many things. some times as many as four.

yup, that's right. i would the the happiest man in the world right now if i had a Wendy's classic double with medium fries and frosty while i play Pikmin Two accompanied by a hot girl in her underwear. hell, give the girl a controller and we can play the multiplayer battle mode.



sigh. i live in a dream world.

there isn't a Wendy's in this town.