Category: Comics

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I’ll admit it, I’m a complete savage. For someone that spends a lot of time working (read: jacking off) and playing (read: jacking off) at his computer desk, I’ve been spending the last couple of years doing so in a chair straight out of a prison flick. Hard, wooden, and not afraid to be turned on its top and sat on, I think it was making getting stuff done in here both more difficult and less erotic than it should have been.

So, I decided to get an office chair today. Not just an office chair, but an executive office chair. Now I have some semblance of fabricated authority when asking my mom for a milkshake, or telling my dog to get out of my room. For your enjoyment, I’ve included a picture of the new throne, which I took from the box and put together with my blood, sweat, and the tiny allen wrench enclosed therein.

Far be it from me to not also brighten your day with another clipping from the Galactic Ghetto Sketchbook®. This one shows our hero Pat Sanders in his most notorious of environs: The Dungeon (R.I.P.).

Like the others, this is dated to 200x, roughly. Probably around ’02.

This is the snake that my erotic dollar is most primed to go to next:

BLACK SNAKE MOAN

Henshin Pimp himself and I have been excited about this one since we read the title and the premise sometime last year. AOOOOWWW MAKE MAH BLACK SNAKE MOOOOOAAAAANNN.

Another Sam Jackson treasure, no doubt.

Here’s an eloquent synopsis, with some additions peppered in by myself (these sections are in red): BLACK SNAKE MOAN Centers on a white nymphomaniac (Ricci) who must be cured of her sexy disorder by an old grody black bluesman (Jackson). She trudges through the swamps and finds his nasty cabin, wherein he proceeds to treat her through the power of his black snake – make it mooooaaaaaaaaaan.

Thursday night 10:30 Snakes on a Plane showing in Louisville, Kentucky. For tonight, suburban doodoo-plex Tinseltown transformed into a theater in (white) Harlem. It was a boombox and twenty-five black people away from being a scene out of Berry Gordy’s The Last Dragon. Any other movie and it wouldn’t have flown, but this one made me want to bust out the popcorn chopsticks.

It’s exactly what you expected it to be. I’m sure Ronny Yu’s version would have been a riot, but David R. Ellis running shit isn’t a bad thing. Final Destination 2 had some of the best individual death scenes since the first couple of Omen flicks, and Snakes on a Plane has enough wild and ridiculous deaths to keep you rolling in the aisles.

Good news: they play the retarded story out with straight faces. They even threw David Koechner in there for good measure. This movie will probably lose something away from a room full of morons and a large Coke loaded with liquor, but why bother any other way?

Again, circa 200x.

Lettering and digital touch-up by Joseph Luster (2006)