This was made by someone on the ED forums.
I really liked Humon’s recent journal entry and felt like sharing it here:
"I was at a party the other day where a guy slapped a girl’s butt and she freaked out, yelled at him and pushed him hard into a wall. Afterwards the guy asked his friends, "What the hell? Why did she freak out like that? I…
So when a random man grabs my arse or gives my tits a poke I should laugh it off and stop being “boring?” NO ONE SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO TOUCH YOU IN INTIMATE AREAS WITHOUT YOUR CONSENT.
If I went up to a bloke and suddenly grabbed his crotch he would either assume I’m some randy and possibly intoxicated trollop looking for a cock ride or he would quite rightly push me away and tell me to fuck off. Speaking of fucking off…
Fuck off, Humon.
Now starting to see the crappy side of the internet. What satisfaction do people get from creating whole blogs bitching on and on and on about the likes of Tom Preston and Humon?? I do not understand.
If you really, really dislike something, don’t create whole blogs about them. For one thing,…
That’s a baby’s foot coming out of it’s mother’s ass (this is a breech birth). When the vagina tears so much that it creates an assgina, it’s called a fistula.
Artist’s comment: I found some reading material for the lonely Skyrim inhabitant in my searches…Act VII, Scene II, Continued
Lifts-Her-Tail - My goodness, that’s quite a loaf! But how ever shall it fit my oven?
Crantius Colto - This loaf isn’t ready for baking, my sweet. It has yet to rise.
Lifts-Her-Tail - If only we could hurry that along. How would I accomplish such a task?
Crantius Colto - Oh, my foolish little Argonian maid, you must use your hands.
Lifts-Her-Tail - You wish me to knead the loaf? Here?
Crantius Colto - Of course.
Lifts-Her-Tail - But what if the mistress catches me? Your loaf was meant to satisfy her appetite.
Crantius Colto - Don’t fret, my delicate flower. I’ll satisfy the mistress’s cravings later.
Lifts-Her-Tail - Very well, but I’m afraid my oven isn’t hot enough. It could take hours!
Crantius Colto - Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time.
End of Act VII, Scene II
Everyone who’s played the Elder Scrolls knows about The Lusty Argonian Maid, Dobson. It’s been around for literally over a decade.
Projecting yet again you fat fuck
The kid could also just walk around the damn wall and you know, IGNORE THEM but obviously that would be the sensible thing to do.
Andrew Dobson, the very man who complains about the lack of money and attention he receives for his comics, turns down an opportunity to be seen.
WHY ARE YOU IN THIS JOB, DOBSON? IF NO ONE KNOWS ABOUT YOU, HOW DO YOU EXPECT TO GENERATE REVENUE?
I got bored and made an Ozzy Osbourne neopet.
- Tiny Glasses
- Deadly Beauty Wig
- Tasteful Black Cardigan
- Sparkling Multi-Stranded Gothic Necklace
- Twisted Roses Background
- Rock Star Microphone
- Black Utility Trousers