I know… that image will haunt my dreams as well.

In my parent’s defense, I should point out that it made life around the house much, much easier.

For example when I had to wear my sister’s hand-me-downs, my name was already written on the tags. Or when we needed stuff from the doctor, we both go it. How many guys out there have do you know with their very own diaphragm, hm?. And Christmas? EVERY present was for me! It was awesome…until my sister beat the crap out of me, and then they were all for her. Which made more sense, what the hell would I do with a My Little Pony castle any way… what indeed…

At any rate, I think it would be poor of me to not point out how cool it is that our heroes are finally breaking free of their hermit-like existence, and going out. As much as I reject that kind of thing in real life (natural light hurts my peepers and I bruise like a peach), I’m glad to see it here. This way I can vicariously experience things. Not unlike the second strip, the one where Jamie got laid. You should have seen the directors cut of THAT.

Moving on…

….To nothing. Because I am tired and out of things to write about. Oh wait, there was something. If you can guess my Mom’s maiden name, leave it in the comments section or hit us up on Myspace. A prize awaits…

Let the sun shine in,

M.o’M


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