Maybe
And there is your formal introduction to the Moon Weasel. You may have noticed him in his brief cameo on (where else?) the Moon. It raises the question: Did the catapult fail entirely because of Meany’s incompetence? The world may never know.
If you have any questions about the Moon Weasel, I think I can field them all with this simple yet universal answer. He just really fucking loves hot dogs, alright?
There were two other introductions in today’s story which weren’t quite as monumental. The first was Bobbo’s nightcap. How cool was that!? I’m going to start searching online stores for the hat my WACOM pen conceived. The other subtle newness was Bobbo’s quarters, albeit only the door to his quarters. I have a feeling we might just see what lies inside room 13 some day.
Omar and I totally forgot today was gonna be a holiday. We updated nonetheless! It’s because we’re pimps. Enjoy the weasel until Friday.
It’s not a uteryou, it’s a uterus
Certain…things have come to my attention.
Chongo1279: what’s with the uterus?
pjgallaga: uterus?
Chongo1279: 3rd comic in the archive
pjgallaga: there’s a uterus?
pjgallaga: where?
pjgallaga: i don’t remember drawing one
Chongo1279: the monster thingy that the guy flys through
Chongo1279: with the clicky belt button
pjgallaga: the monster looks like a uterus?
Chongo1279: yes
pjgallaga: hmm……
pjgallaga: i don’t remember what a uterus looks like
pjgallaga: i really hope i didn’t subconsciously draw a uterus
Chongo1279: lol
Chongo1279: like a uterus with fallopian tubes
pjgallaga: OH SHIT
pjgallaga: HE DOES LOOK LIKE A UTERUS!
Chongo1279: hahahaha
pjgallaga: hmm…..then that comic takes on a whole new meaning
Chongo1279: lol… yes it does 😛
pjgallaga: it was totally unintentional though
Chongo1279: omg… that’s friggin’ priceless
pjgallaga: lol damn……i have girl parts on my mind even when i don’t have them on my mind
Back to our old tricks
This is awful. I can barely bring myself to type this because I’m so upset. I threw out my back at work today. I thought painkillers would do the trick, but at this point there’s no way I’d be able to hunch over my WACOM tablet and magically produce a Space Monkeys! strip for you today. So, to summarize, I provide you with this conversation between me and an imaginary Space Monkeys! reader:
Reader: No Space Monkeys! last Friday or today, you say?
Me: ‘Fraid so…you see, my back…
Reader: Fuck your back! Don’t you care about my needs?
Me: Yeah, but…
Reader: Fuck your butt! I want Space Monkeys!
Me: I’m sorry. I really am. Today’s comic will be moved to Wednesday, and I’ll make it up to you with a bonus strip next Wednesday. Let’s just say it’ll be…gravy.
Reader: I love you.
Me: I love me too.
Come back Wednesday for the monkeys I know you so desperately crave. No tease this time. I promise.
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