Two words have stood resolute between myself and completion of this latest twisted incarnation of WMP’s black-as-tar humor: Xbox Live. Having only had myself to play with all my life, the introduction of other warm, fleshy bodies into the mix has opened the door to another world. Like a virgin, indeed.
Of course, I was sad to see the equation that holds the Internet together still rings truer than ever, even in a supposedly friendly venue (i.e. average guy + complete anonymity = absolute asshole). In less than two months, I’ve heard just about all possible variations and uses of the word ‘Fag’, coupled with numerous other adjectives, verbs and even a couple pronouns (I think I heard a ‘niner‘ in there one time).
Still, feel free to play with me, if you don’t conform to said equation; I don’t bite, or press charges. I will, however, shoot, gib, stab, decapitate and generally hurt you in a psychologically damaging manner. You won’t have to worry about me questioning your sexuality, either – I ruthlessly butcher all creeds, colors and orientations! At the end of the day, we’re all pink and slightly gooey on the inside – as our gigolo friend Enrique finds out in this latest strip…
