Hokay, so. My computer's fixed, and I've been doing stuff to the website. Adding stuff, ya know. I made a couple cards, and fixed a couple things, but that's about it. I haven't had time to do much, what with these 20-page lab reports due every fifteen minutes and the other lab reports and the stuff for the other things and what not. So I haven't done much. I will, but I haven't. I still really need to make another comic and want to make another main-page-fake-news-article-type-thingie-of-science. The former won't happen for a while, but the latter is happening right now! Yes, folks, for a limited time only, I'm offering a discout main page thing as described in the hyphenated-thing-full-of-hyphens-that-really-look-like-dashes-stuff. But wait, there's more! No, not really, but stuff.

First, a joke. What do you get when you cross an owl with a bungee cord? 3 Respect Points, if you know the answer! MUHUHAHAHAHAHACKGASPWHEEZE! Yay, another paragraph. If this pace keeps up, I'll have this whole thing done by 6:00, which means nothing to you people, but it means a lot to me, because at 6:00, I'll be done writing this stupid thing, and can get back to writing my blasted lab report. GEORG!

How's abouts a wee little story? There was this guy. He wasn't pretty, but he wasn't ugly, either. He was normal, average-looking, I suppose you could say. He went downtown to look for a job. Then he hung out in front of the drug store. Then he went home, found his wife in bed with some guy name Jimmy John, thought the whole thing was subversive, and ate him. Get it? SUB-versive? HA! I'm sweet. Sad thing is, Jimmy John gave him the runs. So, he went to the toilet, and found a job. You see, he took the newspaper with him, and the runs were so bad that he was there long enough to read all the good sections and most of the bad, so he eventually made his way to the classifieds, and found that the local drug store was looking to hire someone to keep people from hanging out in front of it. He called (he had his cell phone on the charger, which, for some reason, he had plugged into the outlet right next to the sink, which was within reaching distance from the throne), told the manager that he had over 5 years of experience hanging out in front of the drug store, and knew everything there was to know about keeping people from hanging out there. The next day, he went to the drugstore, put on his uniform, and sat in the corner for three hours. Then some young punk started hanging out in front of the drugstore. So he told the guy to move along, but he refused. He went back inside, grabbed a toothbrush, went back to the young punk, and started brushing his teeth. He brushed them hard and loudly. After about a minute, the young punk wound up to punch him, but then he grumbled something about today's youth, and the punk's guts went down by 12. Without enough guts to punch our toothbrushing hero, he ran home crying, and was never seen again. The manager saw this, and told his newest employee that he'd get a raise. However, he replied that he quit, went home, won the lottery, and died the next day. The end.

SWEET! Until next time, this is Dink Winkerson, for KRUD radio, signing off. I did it! I made a new article! It really stinks! But that's okay! I'm in charge here! Arghable! Woot! Etc.!!!!!!11!!!1!!!