When I wake up, if I ever manage to go to sleep, the YU+ME kickstarter will be over. This is your last chance to order them before spring of next year if supplies last.
Two new chapters you’ll only be able to read in paperback/PDF. A shirt you’ll only be able to get through this KS.
I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself tomorrow when there’s no more reason to refresh the KS page every five minutes. What will I do with all this newfound spare time? (Besides draw the 48 pages of new content.)
Goodnight, internet, you blessed beauties, you.
Every girl you like is a lesbian? That’s about as far away as you can get from the lesbian experience, can I get an amen?
Meaty Yogurt update! Go to the site to see it even bigger and to read more pages of this webcomic.
If you don’t know at least one lesbian “couple” that has had this conversation, then you have not met any lesbians.
Read the rest of the page…
Please stop saying “Well dip me in honey and throw me to the lesbians.” On behalf of lesbians, we have more honey-dipped folks than we can reasonably handle. We can put you on a waiting list in the meantime.
We can only work so fast. This is why we recruit people into lesbianism. We need help with this. Don’t give us more.
Due to a factory error we are WAY overstocked on honey-dipped people and we’re passing the savings on to youuuuuuuu!
I’m going to use this next time a guy hits on me.
Despite a reverse google image search, I have no clue where this originated. But I like it.
I was in Bojangles, which is a fast food restaurant in the South, last night. I overheard a table over from me having this conversation. Keep in mind, everybody was well over 60 and had Southern accents.
Elder Lady: Ya know, Marie doesn’t exactly look like a boy, but Joyce says that’s what she is now. Well, I guess I shouldn’t call her she, I shouldn’t even call her Marie. She *chuckle* I mean he goes by Matt now.
Elder Gentleman: That ain’t right. Joyce needs to teach that girl that that ain’t right. Don’t they go to church?
Elder Lady: Roy, you listen to me. That child is finally happy. Do you remember the last time you saw h-him really happy? Isn’t that’s all that’s important? Joyce raised her a Christian and that’s all that counts. Every child is beautiful in God’s eyes. It’s time you accepted that.
Elder Gentleman: Well damn.
Elder Lady: Now you better be nice to that child, I can’t imagine how hard it must be.
After about 20 seconds silence,
Elder Gentleman: I guess I could take her fishin’ sometime if she’s gonna insist on being a boy now.
Elder Lady: That’s him, Roy.
Then the woman smacked him on the side of the head and the whole table laughed. My town is small and full of “bible-thumpers.” Hearing this gave me hope that people are finally starting to be more accepting here, and that hopefully people won’t have to hide anymore.
(submitted by: matingunicorns)
I love badass old people. Also, happy to see examples that people from the South are not 100% idiots, because I know there are lots of really awesome folks down there.