A comic about life, love, death, and anagrams, in about three colors.
*knock* *knock* *slam* *bang* Nobody cool ever drops by.

C.H.U.D.

2008-02-12

I’d take charge of the situation, walk among the people, but that’s no good either. Politicians see constituents, theologians see converts, perverts see cuties, but all I see are C.H.U.D.s.

*sigh*

Could be worse. There’s always the possibility Bud the C.H.U.D. will show up at my door.

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