I'm so sorry to those of you who have been waiting on new content...I've been unbelievably lazy and somehow entirely too busy at the same time. I just want to apologize for the wait between college a few social events and my apparent sub-conscious desire to become a confidence deprived vegetable I have left those who gave me so much support without anything in return, like a simple comic or something.
I apologize for slothfulness and will try to bring some level of entertainment (possibly the lowest of the low) to those shining diamonds you call eyes.
p.s.: My younger sister is pregnant. She is expected to give birth to a girl sometime in March. (don't clap for her to much, she's 17...so yeah, happy for the baby, disappointed in her.)
p.s.s.: I just realized that somehow I'm going to be the crazy uncle... HOW!? A.J. and his birth brother stole a streetlight, a traffic cone, and got into a drunk fight with locals that later prompted two rent-a cops higher than the space station to "attempt" to question us about who put the gash in my brothers head. Found out six months later that I was right to think they started the fight.
I'm surprised we actually made it off the island considering all that happened...especially me, got stuck at the top of a small mountain with a bag of salt, went insane from dehydration, called myself shirt-vest-man-shirt for the next few hours, dove into a shark tank, found a giant hole in the shark cage, disappointed when no sharks came through, I said goodbye to one of my late best-friends/considered more of a mother than my real one, as I tossed a lock of her hair into the ocean.... And then bought dinner for everyone since apparently happy hour is about as effective as chloroform on my mother...I love you mom, but you were LITERALLY DRUNK OFF YOUR ASS! well, you and my brothers. Let's see, I was also squashed by so much luggage that my brother could only awkwardly reach for me when I called him a bitch (it might not have been right, but he could have at taken one bag so my crotch would at least survive...Oh! and I actually got stopped at airport security when I didn't have an I.D. They didn't ask for one in Kansas, how the flippittydipn'jic was I supposed to know I'd need one in Hawaii.
... crap I ranted again.