Well this column has been going on now for at least a couple years and has endured through at least two or three Time Breeches (and yes I meant to write ”breeches,” as in breech baby), ultimately resulting in a Bizarro Universe where America and much of the rest of the world is currently descending into an authoritarian dystopian state of chaos.
Sorry about that.
If you haven’t been following along then you missed that whole first year or so where almost everything I published was stuff I had actually written years before which sort of laid out a story and for the most part maintained a certain continuity. Then when that material finally ran out I had to start winging it and throwing in old random stuff that didn’t necessarily go along with everything else I had written. Hence the Time Breech. For several weeks after that I was trapped in Bob’s closet along with Gary Coleman and one of the old Chick Shit Chicks. Then this one time I poked fun at Bob and Steve’s ongoing series, which at that point had already been ongoing for decades (or at least that’s how it felt), and amazingly, are still ongoing even to this day and probably will continue to remain ongoing until they finally come and drag those two away like they should have done a long time ago.
Also there was a bunch of Time Travel shit, a sex-crazed party animal mystical guru alien, and various other silly shenanigans.
It’s all still there if you want to go read it. But now you don’t have to.
So go fuck yourselves.
The End
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