One Million Ways To Order
January 15th, 2008Today I saw an ad for Pizza Hut. No big deal, right? They advertise plenty. Only, this one was different. This one was new. This one was monumentally retarded.
Today I saw an ad for Pizza Hut. No big deal, right? They advertise plenty. Only, this one was different. This one was new. This one was monumentally retarded.
Few of the ornaments on that are annually placed upon my family’s fake Christmas tree are less than ten years old, with most ranging 15-30 trips around the Sun. Most years I don’t pay any mind to the baubles, as there is nothing there I haven’t seen every year since I can remember. Thusly I was quite surprised to find an ornament strongly resembling the little dudes that roll katamaris in the katamari games.

Based on what I see around me, It occurs to me that I have not had what one might consider to be the norm in dating experiences. For example, while I’ve had a number of girlfriends through the years, I never went on a date with one of them before we started “going out”. But for this post, I’m going to focus on what happens when I ask a girl out on a date.
Well, here we are. The reason the comic doesn’t get updated anymore is because of all the hate that I get. Maybe I’ll draw some more later on, but for now this is the last time I will talk about it. I’m going to switch to this little blog application that comes free with my web hosting. I have a lot of good stories tucked away in my brain, and maybe somewhere out there is someone who will enjoy hearing them. Then again, maybe everyone will just say I’m ripping off someone that came before me, because that someone also told stories. That is it for now, tonight I will play around with the software, see what I can do, and tomorrow I will make my first real post. Thank you.