Of all the things that humans do to themselves in the name of beauty, I think tanning is the one I understand the least. To me, if you want to cook yourself under a giant heat lamp, the least you can do is to marinate yourself in gravy, so that the rest of us can at least smell something good, and recall fond Thanksgiving memories while looking at your strange, dry, orange skin.
It should be noted as well (for legal purposes) that this strip, its creators, and anyone associated with it do not endorse or recommend the use of orange peelers on those unfortunate enough to have spent to much time under the heat lamp. The strip is also not meant to offend any Oompa-Loompa’s who happen to be reading. Any representation of Oompa-Loompas is entirely fictional, and not based on any actual Oompa-Loompas, living or dead.
Super. And speaking of stuff that’s super, we have some amazing stuff coming up for you, the loyal reader(s). – I add the “(s)” because I know there are at least 2 of you – The first being that we have moved our Thursday updates to Friday. We did this to give you, the dear reader(s), more time to enjoy Tuesday’s strip. I swear, its the gift that keeps on giving. For an extra day at least.
Also, starting next week, we will be embarking on our first multi-strip, multi-part storyline (oooooooooo!) so stay tuned for that (We don’t mean sit and stare at the screen though, it’ll hurt your eyes. You have permission to leave the computer, but be sure to check back often).
Finally, there are some ideas being tossed around here and there for the new year that are not only exciting, and groundbreakingly hilarious, but are going to take great steps in connecting with you, the reader(s) in ways you had never dreamed… well maybe some of you did… and if you did, call me later.
All right, I’ve said enough to know I’ve said to much… not so much in terms of quality or interest of the information, but more the actual word count.
Peace, Love, and Road Hockey,
M. o’M.
