Monday, 14 December 2009
Imagine you're 16 and you hear the name Walter Gropius that sounds like Walter Grope-yo-ass and Hieronomous Bosch that sounds like a way of saying someone has a large back end, i.e. "J-Lo has an HIERONOMOUS BOSCH!". Then imagine you're in Paris taking in a crepe instead of the Pompidou centre, whoops. There goes my life.
Mad format change on this bap, only temporary mind - scanner rules body and mind. this is the delayed post of last Thursday's strip which was actually done last Thursday so don't make that face.
Oh shit, see you in another post above in ten seconds BYE!