07.18.07

	Thank You. ...for coming back after Monday's strip, and for hanging around after you saw the title of today's. That one took me a while to think up, and I'm quite proud of it, actually. Although the spelling is a little awkward, I think it really speaks to the unwashed parts of my mind. Once again, today's strip comes from real events. And I realize now, that if everyone around me, and myself included, weren't borderline crazy or retarded, I'd have nothing at all to talk about. Thank you, you crazy retards! I hope that doesn't offend anyone.  I know someone who used to get really mad when you used the word "retard" casually, but then again, she wiped doodoo off of retards' butts at retard summer camp. I'd get mad too if i had dumbdumb poop on my hands at any point in my existence (If by blind luck anyone that that applies to is reading.... c'mon man.  really.... ).  So wait, I guess I don't give a crap if that offends. Doodoo? That's friggin gross. So me and annpants were grocery shopping, or, since we were in the hygiene aisle "gross-ery" shopping (OH MAN, I AM AWESOME), and we were walking past the shelves filled with douches and enemas and the like. You know, the aisle that you'd wear a fake mustache if you actually had to buy some of that shit. I can't buy anything from there due to my real mustache. And I was all like "heh, douche." And then annpants Crap, I'm only describing exactly what I drew up there. Ok, so that was pretty much all that happened. I really can't elucidate any further. I think basically, if there's a moral, it's that we say "douche", "douche-bag", and lots of other douche-inspired things a lot. Really. Ask around. Sleep Deprived!