January 31, 2014
I get ideas when I go for walks. I think “maybe I could execute a backflip right here” in the street, and then I think that I will probably fail, and so badly that it kills me, and then people will wonder why there was suddenly a dead person in the road. Perhaps investigators could determine that I had fallen, but would they be able to figure out that I had tried to jump in a stupid way first? By the angle of damage and apparent velocity of the impact? Or would it just be “ruled an accident?” Why am I considering so far beyond my inevitable foolish death? I would hate the populace to think I had become dead for no reason. I was TRYING to DO something specific! I hate to be misunderstood, especially when I am dead.
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PurpleSpace sez:
I didn’t know tomato lizards were filled with candy! I thought they be filled with cans of turnip juice. They are clearly proficient backflippers and should be given a medal.
Heapinfrimp sez:
Initially it was to be the generic yella animal that I put in many old pictures, but it is having a thought I also have, which the fool typically cannot manage, although resolution and facial expressions are appropriately stupid.