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Catawampus wrote:Though after seeing it, I do have to wonder a bit about their relationship. They've known each other for years, Atsali's considered Nadette to be her best friend since at least April and probably a good while before, and they've been dating since the time at the pool. . .but Nadette still didn't know anything about Atsali's favourite show that she has pictures of on her walls and apparently chatters away about frequently? Are other aspects of Atsali just that distracting?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again. HYPNOBOOBS!
"Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful."
somebody nail that lid down. we wanna keep amuck inside that jar
Dear, don’t bore him with trivia or burden him with your past mistakes. The happiest way to deal with a man is never to tell him anything he does not need to know. L. Long
DilyV wrote:Um... am I wrong here? I was under the impression that Bronies were GUYS that liked MLP. I'm not all that versed in Pwnies, except for a friend of mine who loves Rainbow Dash (that's how I knew who Atsali was portraying), but I'd always heard that Bronies were guys that liked the show
As stated in-comic, girls are Pegasisters...
Some girls like to be called Bronies as well. Ultimately, they're part of Brony culture. And, lets be honest, "Brony Express" has a better ring to it than "Pegasister Express".
Dark Kuno wrote:Can you really call it the "Brony Express" when the fan are actual teenage girls?
No, not really. “Bronies" are the male fans. Though, some self-appointed gatekeepers will limit this to only include the over-obsessed, over-bearing, obnoxious fans like themselves.
"Occam's razor is a fine thing, but the universe is a Rube-Goldberg machine."
A series of highly alarming sounds roar from inside the Pun Jar, muffled slightly by the indestructible reality barriers between this universe and the one within the jar. Soon, the jar is heated to a blindingly bright, white glow and the walls tremble and quake, flexing under the onslaught from within.
Then... Silence.
A man with grey hair in a lab coat and safety glasses approaches cautiously and slowly opens the lid. A plume of black smoke erupts and he leans back, avoiding the toxic cloud while warning the audience: "Don't breathe this!"
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!
GlytchMeister wrote:A series of highly alarming sounds roar from inside the Pun Jar, muffled slightly by the indestructible reality barriers between this universe and the one within the jar. Soon, the jar is heated to a blindingly bright, white glow and the walls tremble and quake, flexing under the onslaught from within.
Then... Silence.
A man with grey hair in a lab coat and safety glasses approaches cautiously and slowly opens the lid. A plume of black smoke erupts and he leans back, avoiding the toxic cloud while warning the audience: "Don't breathe this!"
The pun jar had an orgasm?
"The Empire was founded on cups of tea, mate, and if you think I am going to war without one you are sadly mistaken."
GlytchMeister wrote:A series of highly alarming sounds roar from inside the Pun Jar, muffled slightly by the indestructible reality barriers between this universe and the one within the jar. Soon, the jar is heated to a blindingly bright, white glow and the walls tremble and quake, flexing under the onslaught from within.
Then... Silence.
A man with grey hair in a lab coat and safety glasses approaches cautiously and slowly opens the lid. A plume of black smoke erupts and he leans back, avoiding the toxic cloud while warning the audience: "Don't breathe this!"
The pun jar had an orgasm?
It would if you guys threw that rabbit in there...
Yanno how some people have Angels/Devils for a conscience? I have a Dark Elf ShadowKnight and a Half Elf Ranger for mine. The really bad part is when they agree on something.
GlytchMeister wrote:A series of highly alarming sounds roar from inside the Pun Jar, muffled slightly by the indestructible reality barriers between this universe and the one within the jar. Soon, the jar is heated to a blindingly bright, white glow and the walls tremble and quake, flexing under the onslaught from within.
Then... Silence.
A man with grey hair in a lab coat and safety glasses approaches cautiously and slowly opens the lid. A plume of black smoke erupts and he leans back, avoiding the toxic cloud while warning the audience: "Don't breathe this!"
The pun jar had an orgasm?
That smoke was from the victory cigarette....
Rule 17 of the Bombay Golf Course- "You shall play the ball where the monkey drops it,"
I speak fluent Limrick-
the Old Sgt.
GlytchMeister wrote:A series of highly alarming sounds roar from inside the Pun Jar, muffled slightly by the indestructible reality barriers between this universe and the one within the jar. Soon, the jar is heated to a blindingly bright, white glow and the walls tremble and quake, flexing under the onslaught from within.
Then... Silence.
A man with grey hair in a lab coat and safety glasses approaches cautiously and slowly opens the lid. A plume of black smoke erupts and he leans back, avoiding the toxic cloud while warning the audience: "Don't breathe this!"
The pun jar had an orgasm?
It would if you guys threw that rabbit in there...
A Symbian is sufficient...
Rule 17 of the Bombay Golf Course- "You shall play the ball where the monkey drops it,"
I speak fluent Limrick-
the Old Sgt.
Ok, so I just googled "Symbian" and now I'm totally confused. I was expecting something dirty. What I got was old software.
Oh, wait. I just saw the "not to be confused with" bit at the top...
I'm, uh, not confused anymore...
He's mister GlytchMeister, he's mister code
He's mister exploiter, he's mister ones and zeros
They call me GlytchMeister, whatever I touch
Starts to glitch in my clutch!
I'm too much!