Degenerate Blogger-Person Steals Last American Job
Hello Wonkette readers! Your Comics Curmudgeon has had a good time also being your sometime morning editor, this year! But just as a "Realdoll" is not a substitute for human companionship, even the most personally fulfilling blogging gig is not a substitute for subsidized dental care.
This means that I (sorry, it is way too confusing to use some combination of the third person singular and second person plural here) have submitted to the siren song of gainful employment, at a tech site that you probably aren't interested in. Sorry everybody! I will still be writing my own blog and OBVIOUSLY will be checking in here biweekly to keep you updated on the world of Cartoon Violence. So don't cry! I will still be with you in spirit, and occasionally in blog-reality! OK, you can cry a little. Adieu, for now!
Well, Ken does live in a remote outpost, is a journalist, likes animals more than people, and just goes around stone cold punching anyone with a mustache-with-no-beard. Hopefully, though, his wife/partner/concubine isn't a sex-starved mannequin like Cherry and his sons aren't gap-toothed demons summoned from the very bowels of Hell itself.
Anyway, if Ken were Margo, Josh would never leave alive! Ken would air-quote him to death or have his crazy stepmother shot him or something.
I feel the way that the crowd did at the first Bob Dylan concert where he whipped out an electric guitar.
Well, no, I am a big fan of affordable dental care myself, I get it.