Hanukkah 2012: 8th Night- CRAPTASTIC!

I hope you have enjoyed this year's Hanukkah. Mine hasn't sucked terribly, and I have actually gotten quite a few useful things (which I don't think has happened before, ever). Tonight, for the final night of Hanukkah, your present is PAGE THREE of CRAP! which actually reveals a good part of what this comic is actually about, though there are a few more surprises in store. If I get encouragement (comments, views, proposals), I will share more soon, and if not, I will share it when I feel like it. If you missed pages one and two, you can find them using this link --> I'm a link <-- because comics make more sense when you read them in order.

Click here to see it full sized for ease of reading and whatnot. 

Hanukkah 2012: 3rd Night- CRAP! (page 2)

It seems some of you guys really like my "CRAP!" So tonight, you get more of it. Page 2 of CRAP! is here for your reading pleasure.

Oh, and last night for Hanukkah, I got a "That's What She Said" shirt... from my mom.

Click here to biggify for reading and not all friggen blurry. Grr.

And unless you are an insider who has been listening to my long running ramblings about this comic (while it was in its inception phase), I'm gonna guess that you will not be able to guess what happens next. Though you are welcome to try...

And I'll be back tomorrow night with some more Hanukkah giftery!

How do you create a wormhole?

Don't worry,  no matter what, the art I promised shall be delivered.

After much consideration, I suspect the thief was either a disgruntled cab driver who pilfered my credit card info, or someone in the airport, as it happened just as I was leaving and I only used my card a handful of times.  Hopefully, Paypal will understand that I didn't make the purchases and will give me my money back (it is being investigated now). And also hopefully, said thief will get diarrhea puke soon.

New York: Secrets Revealed

I've learned from my trip here that all of the toilet paper in New York City is made from sadness and crushed dreams.

Really, I think it may be the reason for the stereotypical bad attitude associated with New Yorkers. They seem like great people, their nether regions are just horribly chaffed.


p.s.

Hi, I'm JRose and I'm a compulsive clicker.

Reserve toilet paper should never be stored anywhere but within arm's reach of the toilet. Really.


With that said, I spend an absurd amount of time online clicking and refreshing, clicking and refreshing, and it is all Facebook's fault.
Well, no, it is probably also the fault of my friends who send me game-related gifts, and the people who interact with me in games who I don't know, but it CERTAINLY has nothing to do with the fact that even though it means ABSOLUTELY nothing, I just don't like seeing those damned notification numbers next to my game bookmarks.

And I know it makes me utterly uncool that I play games on Facebook, but... well, I'm uncool, okay... I mean, I think it is fairly obvious that I am uncool, because I am bothered deeply by there being numbers next to my game bookmarks, so much so that I annoy myself by continually clicking and refreshing to get rid of the numbers until it feels like a chore and I want to delete all my games, but then I worry about my make-believe pixel friends and who will feed them and clean the tacos up off their floors.