T Campbell's Blog

Actualy, John, we -did- see Saddam's WMDs on the way in. Dr. Doom was trying to make off with them.
 

A picture of a sammich.
 

"Honestly, Jon, I have no idea what this comic is supposed to be about either. I lost track of what was going on about three years ago."
 

Rikk: ...and it's about *this* big.
Jon: Yeah, right kid...
 

Now, don't get me wrong Jon. I know Clara Strudenberry; we're good friends. This, however, was the fictitious "Dottie," in the flesh! And so much flesh Jon! It's pretty humbling when your own fantasies are dwarfed by fiction.
 

Rikk: So yeah, we went and saved W first. It seemed important to the FIB guys for some reason.
Jon: You'd think he rubber-stamps their paychecks personally.
Rikk: Exactly my point! I mean, there is a fully documented and delineated chain of succession there. We could lose three or four people before the speech writers have to make adjustments to account for the speaker's persona! In the meantime thousands of other peoples lives are in jeopardy!
Jon: Woah.
Rikk: Yeah that was pretty harsh. But still.. Jon, you cant really tell this from his TV appearances, but W's head! My God man! Its....

(Well, it almost writes itself, although I appear to be stuck on comparatives of physical characteristics.)
[In case you can't tell, I'm enjoying this!]
 

Alternative last line to my first commentary:

Its pretty humbling when your own fantasies of a fictional character are dwarfed by the reality of that fictional character.

I wrote that, but I don't understand it.
The fictional enemy of my enemy's fiction is also my fantasy?

Argh, I think I've knotted my right hemisphere.
 

RIKK: So Alisin came back to me again... I mean really! She wants me, she doesn't want me; can't she just make up her mind? For our next mission, I think I'll try to figure out women.
JON: Good luck with that one, kid.
 

"Actually, Jon, I DID decided to go ahead and have the enlargement."
 

Rikk: I swear to God Jon, I am like, this stoned right now. Dude, I can't see my nose!
Jon: Oddly enough, I can't see your nose either.
 

Rikk: "I like big butts and I can not lie..."

Maritza
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RIKK:
"So Alisin pulls out this gift-bow-tied *thing*, and I'm just standing there bewildered asking her 'Uh, Honey, what is that?' And she gives me this wicked grin and says . . ."

or

RIKK:
"So Rumy has this big, lopsided grin and says 'Tim finally showed it to me. And it's *huge*. Enormous' My brain does a double-take.

Then Tim jogs up and says, 'Hey, you see this yet?' and he pulls out this giant trophy . . . "
 

Willis is drawing this, right?

Well, it should be obvious, then:

Rikk: "Catgirls, Jon. Martian catgirls. And their breasts were... like planets."
 

"... Okay, so I'm strapped to the bed, and covered with cocoa butter, right? And then Alisin walks in wearing her naughty nazi dominatrix outfit and leading a rottwieler, and I'm all like 'Whoa! Hang on a second here!'..."
 

Rikk: "Now, Jon, you have to remember... our thoughts, beleifs and fantasies were actively twisting reality. We were willing our weapons into existence! What we did not expect were the physiological 'fallout' from emboldening ourselves this way. We pushed our courage to the limit, burnished our bravery, and maxxed out our machismo. As a natural result, the men that participated discovered that those cool FIB suits really didn't expand well. So, honestly, its a good thing I woke up naked, because my 'ghoulies' were huge!
"On another note, that Wal-Mart will be re-naming their sporting goods section in honor of my 'flotation devices'."