Sunday Morning Comics: Relationship Edition
The following comics are not my own work. They are amateur works reposted for the purpose of worship. They are real. They are legitimate. They are hilarious. The rules state I cannot tell you where I got them, but anyone with half a brain should be able to tell. You should all feel very, very bad for no apparent reason.
(Best if viewed at 100%. Just click the images to acquire.)
The Comics
Something you ladies ought to think about the next time you tell a guy you don’t want to go to the movies with him. He may very well be a samurai.
I can’t say I’ve ever laughed this hard in my entire life. This is, perhaps, the greatest comic in the history of comics. Also, I somehow feel as though the artist knows me personally.
It’s kind like watching my own personal mating habits via an out of body experience. Small difference: I feel no remorse.
I’m totally going to make the drawing depicted in this comic and carry it around with me in my wallet at all times.
A 300 reference and a kick in the cunt, because sometimes words fail.
Rape and motivation. Only the Internets can mix the two so artfully.
I hear those artsy types make really good lovers. The downside: they also like the taste of your poop. Who knew?
Words escape me. This picture can suffer no commentary and, certainly, their is no way to explain it. Just let the darkness inside and enjoy, I suppose. Oh yeah, and fuck you Lois Lane.
This one actually has nothing to do with relationships, I just thought I would include it because let’s be realistic: no matter how many Sunday Morning Comic blogs I decide to create, this one will never fit into any kind of category (except maybe Internet, but that would be lame). In summation: best to get it out of the way early.
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