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Hah! You thought the Grammar Girls were finished for good didn't you? Well as long as there are people we know who misuse, overuse, or don't use any kind of punctuation and the like, we will be there to make a comic starring them. So get your asses in gear people, or you're next...

This one's for 'ol Tommy Boy. Hopefully it will give him the confidence to start saying things with some indignation.

Get the boy some Midol, stat.

No matter how much it seems that way, psychological problems aren't funny most of the time.

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The more you know

Almost as much as From Justin To Kelly.

Hey y'all. Sorry to be so cruel (well, not really) but you folks have gone so far downhill that you're at the bottom of the Aleutian Trench. So instead of throwing a life preserver, we thought we'd kick you while you're down. (Way, way, way, way down.) It's just more fun that way.

Jake Gyllanhaal drunk at the pre-oscars

as he hilariously ruins Ang Lee's pictures. I love this boy.












The last one, as David, pointed out, is awfully reminiscent of Tom in this pic



And this....this picture is perfect.

Haiku is a hoot

Now here is the story of a girl named Jessie. Told completely in haiku, of course. I guess the whole 'limerick' thing is already taken. So enjoy this comic, it has murder in it. And rhyming. And Brokeback references, just for you Tom! So that's about it. Yes. I'm going to stop typing now. Nnnnnnow.

Now.
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An exerpt from right now:
*poot*
Alison: Ew, jess. Why? GOOD GOD.
Jess: What? Hugh Laurie does it.
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Nnnnnnow.

The Tale of Alison Ross

Ok, this is the start of my new limerick series. Keep an eye out...I may do one on you....or you....OR YOU. The song that we are singing in the 5th panel is Tyra's body-shakin' hit "Move ya boday". Well I'm assuming that's the title anyways. It's a sweet song, we'll sing it to you sometime.

In the immortal words of Vincent Gallo:

"I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere. Crippity crappity creepies."

And who am I but just a person? I can't help these emotions that grow inside of me, struggling to burst forth and stalk attractive older men. And besides, I don't have a problem, I can quit any time I want!
...I just don't want to quit.