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In which Brass Doorknob finally confesses that he’s so deep up his own large intestine that he no longer remembers light, and thinks it “triggers” everyone.
More guns. More guns. The answer is always more guns. (Except when black Americans start buying them, and then suddenly gun control becomes an acceptable option for Republicans. Funny how that works.)
ARGGGGH MY MACEPAKER
The only real differences being that Trump can’t fly, and one of Baron Harkonnen’s sons was actually attractive.
Excellent work, but…shouldn’t there be some “secret sperm” for Hannity to lose a fresh bag of his marbles over?
“But I’M not the problem! It’s everyone ELSE who’s wrong!”
Of course, that whole stamina/walking rule was recently done away with, for reasons.
TASTE THE RAINBOW
His responses never do and never will. He thinks that’s one of his strengths.
(Brass Doorknob plays “ad hom” card) Standard response. Boring! (Brass Doorknob goes right back to Whataboutism and BOTHSIDEBADosity) Also predictable. Yawn. (Brass Doorknob beclowns self trying to bring up Pizzagate as relevant without saying whether he believes it or not) BWAHAHAHAHA! Now we’re talking! That’s some CLASSIC idiocy right there!