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Lick my Flatmates

Way back in the dawn of time, I realised that the lease for my bedroom in the university residences was going to run out. As I planned on doing a second year at university, it behoved me to find somewhere to live. Being poor, I couldn’t afford a place on my own, so I spoke to my friend Andy.

“Andy, dear” I said. “Shall we get a flat together, and live forever like J.D. and Turk, until you get married and I knock some girl up?”

He was agreeable, and thus it was sorted. Andy and I would find a flat together, and we would be flatmates! Then, walking along the road one day, we bumped into our friend Tom, who I was engaged to marry (though that later fell apart, after I met his parents). Somehow in the conversation, he decided that he was going to live with us, and thus it was sorted. Andy, Tom and I would find a flat together, and we would be flatmates! Then, later, on MSN Messenger with my friend Paul, I found he had applied to Strathclyde University to do Architecture, and didn’t want to go into halls after a bad experience with halls at Abertay, so I invited him into our little band of agreeable fellows, and thus it was sorted. Andy, Tom, Paul and I would find a flat together, and we would be flatmates!

There are many advantages to having flatmates. Splitting the cost of rent and bills can save you a packet. The lack of crippling loneliness where the longest conversation you have in weeks is “Would you like cashback with that?” Only having to clean the toilet one time in four that it needs cleaned. The ability to borrow a tenner, or make a pizza hut order worthwhile, having a film night, helping each other with various tasks. Many, many advantages indeed.

One of the greatest, though, is that you actually do things. This blog, to me anyway, often feels like I’m reliving past glories, as I don’t seem to actually do anything these days. Wake up, work, internet and sleep. Except for Tuesday, when I don’t even go to work. When I lived with my friends, we actually did stuff. Well, except for Andy. Paul, Tom and I were a creative force. Perhaps nearly everything we did was terrible, but that’s not the point. The point was we did things. Today, I am going to share one of those things.

Paul and I do terrible things to webcomics. Does anyone remember Men In Hats? It was an incredibly awesome webcomic, at least it was when I was 14. Paul and I killed it. Perhaps not directly, but it was not long after we painted murals at our school based on Mr. Farber’s comic creations that he revealed that he was stopping the comic.

Then came Lick My Jesus. We apparently killed this one so well that the website is no more. See?. The only trace of them I can find these days is their guest strip for Ryan North’s Dinosaur Comics. Rather than paint characters from their strips on our walls, which would be difficult with it being a photocomic, we decided instead to do a guest strip for them.

Every so often, they released a round robin style strip, which was written by having one person draw three frames, then showing only the last frame to the next person. They used that frame as inspiration for their three frames, showing the last frame to the next person, and so it continues. Sort of like a purely visual form of Broken Picture Telephone. That was how we wrote ours, and then we photographed it, added our speech bubbles, and put it on the internets.

Here it is.

Hitler Finished All The Juice

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