I figure it's time to have a new serial comic, and since I am an egomaniac (sh'ye'right!) I am reserving first place on the list for myself, and naming myself administrator of this serial. For those who didn't see the last one of these we did, somebody makes a strip, then the next person on the list continues the story, then the next person, and so on. Theoretically, the last person on the list should finish the story. If you want to be in it, reply to this thread over the next coupla days and I will make a numerical list in the order you volunteer.

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This signature has performed an illegal operation and has been shut down.

We kinda ran out of steam on the last one, didn't we? Maybe this one'll be better. I guess you'd better throw my name into the hat.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Sign me up, wombat-molester...

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"And Wirthling isn't worth the paper he isn't printed on."

count me in

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Visit [URL]http://www.stripcreator.com/comiclist.php?author=jhonCASY[/URL] .....PLEASE!

Ooooh, oooh, Mr Kotter!

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I am a delicate fucking flower. https://beacons.ai/jesskent

Ja. Ich speile

Ja. Ich spielled meine beer.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Ach. Vat a Tragedy.

Well, I did so by email, but since you're all spieling your beer on this page, so will I.

Mmmmmmm, beer on serial.

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ken.kaufman@gmail.com

Consider my beer spieled, too. Count me in.

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"Old" is the old new.

Whiskey for me. But I still spilled it. I'm in as long as I can make abstract comics, with no dialogue and strategic placement of characters communicating the essence of my strip.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.

I spill my seed or whatever. Include me in.

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What others say about boorite!

I'm not sure what it was that I spilled, but I'm up for another serial comic.

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"Oh, look, a joke! How original! Thank you, but if I wanted my emotions stimulated pleasurably, I'd get a whore." - Donald B. Jones III

Now Seinfeld... That was a cereal comic. He musta had like ten boxes in his apartment.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

Rock on, then.

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I wanted my half in the middle and I wound up on the edge.

I'll play. But I should state up front that, unlike some of the more colossal geeks around here, I've been known to go for several hours at a time without checking in to see what's new.

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The what mentioned above is total fiction. Please don't take it seriously!

Sure, I'll have a go at it, or something.

I have a script that checks for new posts to the message board every minute, and in the event of such, will sound a klaxon alarm inside my house, as well as call me on my cell phone and pager. I've got a Palm Pilot and a wireless modem so that I can log in anywhere and post. In the event I'm out of wireless range, incapacitated or dead and haven't logged anything within a five minute time span I've got a sophisticated AI program that will post in my stead.

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100 pounds of shit in a 25 pound sack.

And for all we know, we've been talking to this program since March.

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The what mentioned above is total fiction. Please don't take it seriously!

Yep, by now Gabe's probably a battery, eating the liquified dead and living in a dream world. Lucky bastard.

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I ate a hooker half a bottle of knife.