You Get That Thing I Sent Ya? (by Greg)
Creations on Strip Generator correlate directly to how talentless and lazy I am.
There is a website called GraphJam where you can make graphs, like the one in the comic, and post them for the world. You can also do Venn Diagrams, pie charts, whatever, and there are many hilarious ones posted right now. Like this one. Or this one. Or this one. Check it out sometime when you’re bored and have finished your daily Wii Fit exercises.
Do I really have to explain the comic itself? Pretty self explanatory. Everyone does this to their friends, myself included on occasion, but some are more guilty of it than others. Every once in a while is fine, but not every time I see you. And for Pete’s sake, not such AWFUL music that sounds like the same crap you made me listen to LAST time when I told you I hated it! And stop acting like my soul is damned if I don’t like Jack Johnson or Coldplay or Mephisto’s Hangnail or Broken Heart Stab Society or whatever the hell band you think is the bee’s knees. Can I have my own opinion? Are you really gonna lose respect for me because I’m not a fan of “Margaritaville”?
I didn’t stop being anyone’s friend when they told me they liked “The Macarena” or “Yellow”. I snickered about it quietly in my diary, like a real friend should. Please don’t make me kill you.
August 7th, 2008 at 8:53 pm
Ok, I’m sorry. I am. I didn’t know it bothered you. Anytime I’ve played something that I said. “Hey, I think you will like this!” I truly thought you would. Also, anytime I’ve ever played something that I said, “Fuck you, this my JAM!” Well, honestly, it was my jam.
August 10th, 2008 at 12:41 pm
You mean to tell me that the Macarena is lame?! Haha I couldn’t type that with a straight face. Everyone in the somputer lab is eying me funny.
And I know I do this too… only with musicals. But would I really be Katy ‘Mutha Fuckin’ Doyle if I didn’t say, “Shove it, close your ears if you don’t want to listen to showtunes!” Of course, somtimes I do feel nice and I’ll play something everyone can tolerate. Unless, my brother is in the car. Then I’ll pick the think I KNOW you’ll hate most and play it. On repeat. You don’t want me to treat you like my brother.
What was the point of all this? I don’t know where I was going. It’s lost