So by now you're all wondering: where the fuck is the new comic? Well, it all has to do with the cops. That's right.
At approximately 10:36 a.m. February 12, 2007 two Conroe P.D. police officers were called to search my home. About a month ago I kicked out two room-mates (simple rule: pay your rent, I let you live with me). Said room-mates are still bitter (but nobody cares) and wanted to use any means they could to get back at me. I won't mention any names, so let's just call them Ren and Stimpy. Anyway, Ren was going to have some packages of her crap sent to my apartment (change of address, moron: it isn't hard). We never got the packages (even to this day, but me and D have stopped caring to look) but we told Ren and Stimpy that we'd tell them when we got them.
Well, about a week or so rolls by, still no packages. Ren shows up at my doorstep (un-fucking wanted) asking about the damn packages. Me and D promptly tell her we don't have them and shut the door in her face. Couple days... still no packages. I leave for work and who do I pass on the way? Why Ren of course! On her way to harass us once again for the fucking packages. Daniel calls me by phone to notify me that she, once again, asked for the packages (that we still haven't gotten). Daniel tells her we don't have them, and again closes the door in her face. Then she comes back, this time assisted by two police officers. Despite the fact that they had no warrant (smooth move, dickheads), Daniel let them (and Ren) into the apartment. She was allowed to look around for the packages at her own will. She looked, and lo and behold: no fucking packages. So now that she's wasted our time, Conroe P.D.'s time and our landlord's time, she's no longer allowed on the property (or else we get to call the cops). Way to go, Ren. Not only are the two of you completely worthless people, but now, because of your own immaturity and impatience, you won't be getting your packages (that is, if they ever even come).
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, here's how nice I am, despite the situation. I sent Ren a text message telling her to stay off my property now (which were the same words my landlord and the cops told her). Stimpy, the big badass he is, sent me a message back saying "if u evar threten her like that again i'll bash ur head in, got me?" I got you Stimpy, but pick up a dictionary: even the cops said my statement wasn't a threat, but what you sent me sure as hell is. If I were so inclined to, I could press charges for criminal harassment, but I haven't (and won't). Aren't you glad I pity you?
So that, my tapeworms, is why there's no new fucking comic. My apologies. -JC
At approximately 10:36 a.m. February 12, 2007 two Conroe P.D. police officers were called to search my home. About a month ago I kicked out two room-mates (simple rule: pay your rent, I let you live with me). Said room-mates are still bitter (but nobody cares) and wanted to use any means they could to get back at me. I won't mention any names, so let's just call them Ren and Stimpy. Anyway, Ren was going to have some packages of her crap sent to my apartment (change of address, moron: it isn't hard). We never got the packages (even to this day, but me and D have stopped caring to look) but we told Ren and Stimpy that we'd tell them when we got them.
Well, about a week or so rolls by, still no packages. Ren shows up at my doorstep (un-fucking wanted) asking about the damn packages. Me and D promptly tell her we don't have them and shut the door in her face. Couple days... still no packages. I leave for work and who do I pass on the way? Why Ren of course! On her way to harass us once again for the fucking packages. Daniel calls me by phone to notify me that she, once again, asked for the packages (that we still haven't gotten). Daniel tells her we don't have them, and again closes the door in her face. Then she comes back, this time assisted by two police officers. Despite the fact that they had no warrant (smooth move, dickheads), Daniel let them (and Ren) into the apartment. She was allowed to look around for the packages at her own will. She looked, and lo and behold: no fucking packages. So now that she's wasted our time, Conroe P.D.'s time and our landlord's time, she's no longer allowed on the property (or else we get to call the cops). Way to go, Ren. Not only are the two of you completely worthless people, but now, because of your own immaturity and impatience, you won't be getting your packages (that is, if they ever even come).
Oh, and just for shits and giggles, here's how nice I am, despite the situation. I sent Ren a text message telling her to stay off my property now (which were the same words my landlord and the cops told her). Stimpy, the big badass he is, sent me a message back saying "if u evar threten her like that again i'll bash ur head in, got me?" I got you Stimpy, but pick up a dictionary: even the cops said my statement wasn't a threat, but what you sent me sure as hell is. If I were so inclined to, I could press charges for criminal harassment, but I haven't (and won't). Aren't you glad I pity you?
So that, my tapeworms, is why there's no new fucking comic. My apologies. -JC
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Stop being a bitch and press charges on the douche bag. Send him to the booty house. That will clear away his douche bagishness.
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