All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #3

* Part 3 of 6 of the Four Sisters storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #3! In the previous installment, Laura Kinney discovers her sister clones in the sewers plotting their revenge against the Alchemax facility who kept them imprisoned for what I have been led to believe are centuries! Captain Mooney of the Alchemax facility, who has tasked Kinney with finding the clones, thanks her for her service. BUT THEN THE CLONES RETALIATE AND MURDER EVERYONE IN MOONEY’S ARMY! Or at least knocks them rather unconscious.

Taskmaster shows up and shoots the three sisters in the brain. Wolverine is like “oh no” and the Taskmaster is like “oh yes”. That sums it up for now. The sisters are likely fine and the Taskmaster will likely eat his own butt for dinner. Such is the circle of life.


All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #3 [February, 2016]
Written by: Tom Taylor

All-New Wolverine (Vol. 1), Issue #3

The Taskmaster radios the Alchemax retrieval crew. There are myriad unconscious and/or dead bodies to scoop up, sirs. Bring a shovel.

The three Sisters have all been terminated, so can a brother get a hoo-ray?

Wolverine, though? She– *snikt* …she’s still around. And she looks super fucking pissed. So the Taskmaster gets off the phone. “I was only hired for these three,” says Taskmaster, rather sheepishly I might add. “I’m really not interested in you–”

With a mighty “HRAARGH!”, Kinney leaps toward Taskmaster with her claws and attempts a good ol’-fashioned eye-gouging. Taskmaster grabs her hand easily and tells her to calm down. “Seriously, this is just stupid. Do you have any idea who I am?”

He shows her some powerful moves! He can anticipate any attack, mimic any move, and adapt to any fighting style at the drop of an oversized novelty hat!

Then Kinney snikts Taskmaster right through the center of his hand, then kicks him across the face. So much for countering anything. She pulls the face off of Taskmaster and reveals yet another Laura Kinney clone. A scared Laura Kinney clone.

“They said you don’t kill anymore,” says scared Laura Kinney clone Taskmaster.

“I don’t,” Kinney responds, revving up a fist and then knocking her clone completely out cold.

Meanwhile, behind her, the alive and well Sisters don their masks and brush themselves off. Body armor, son. That’s what helped the not-dying! So I’m two for two: the Sisters are fine, and Taskmaster is currently munching on her own butt. The circle of life continues!

Kinney decides that staying put is a dumb move, so she’s going to follow the Sisters to wherever it is that they want to go to. Also, it turns out that Taskmaster is just some random guy, so forget all that stuff I said about another Kinney clone. The artist drew them so similarly that I’m currently reeling right now with abject anger.

When Kinney convinces Bellona to not put a giant bullet through Taskmaster’s tiny head, Bellona calls her a pacifist.

Would a pacifist do THIS? *sits peacefully*

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Billie Eilish is right! You all can kiss her “pacifist” ass!

Bellona is like “all these mopes just tried to kill us, you know”. And Kinney’s like “yeah, I know, but, uh, some of them might have families”. While they bicker, Kinney Clone #3 caps the unconscious Taskmaster right in the knees. That bitch will have to crawl for her bones, now. Let’s boogie!

Soon, in the streets of New York City (New York State) (USA) (Earth), the women pile into a “car” that looks more like an armored truck than a “car”, but a “car” is what they call it (“I’m not sure you can call that a ‘car’,” Kinney says).

While plowing through the road at 450mph, Kinney asks the Sisters where they’re getting all their stuff. Weapons, armor, “cars”. The drone in Paris. Gabby is about to spill the beans, but Bellona stops her blabbermouth sister before she has a chance to say anything.

Then other armored trucks packed with people with shooty guns show up on the road behind the Sisters and start shooting their guns at them. “How did they find us so quickly?” Bellona yells. Kinney makes a face like Garfield and tells her, I don’t know, it’s probably because they’re basically driving a tank through the city? What is this? Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas? Because hell yes if it is. That game rules.

Anyway, do you want to know how these army-type men found the Sisters so quickly. It’s because Captain Mooney put a tracker in Kinney’s arm. A tracker that she spends two panels digging out with a razor-sharp claw. Yee-ouch, sir.

Now Bellona is pissed, and she ain’t holding back. Bullets fly everywhere. Even armor-piercing bullets!

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See?

The Sisters get down the best they can while Kinney Clone #3 (Zelda) keeps driving. Kinney tells the Sisters drive away and hide while she leaps out of the car to deal with the Alchemax forces. She crashes right through the windshield of the armored car behind her and puts a boot in Captain Mooney’s face, causing him to flip the car like a yo-yo across the street. Of course, he emerges from the damaged vehicle unharmed.

“Until I completely understand what’s going on, the Sisters are under my protection,” says Kinney. Mooney lets out a mirthless laugh and calls them “experiments” again. Soulless non-humans. “They’re like you. Experiments pretending,” he tells Kinney. Kinney reminds him that she already kicked his ass once today, and that he’s in a totaled car, so she can hurt him really bad any day of the week!

“We know where you live,” says Mooney. “We know your friends. We know your X-Men. We know about that boy who flies you around. You can’t steal our property. We own them. You can’t hide from us!”

“I won’t be hiding,” Kinney retorts, walking away.

Later, in an old abandoned warehouse, the Sisters lay low. Kinney finds them so easily that you would think she just used Google Maps and typed in “Laura Kinney clones”.

“How did you find us?” asks Gabby. The car was leaking fuel! She just followed the trail! LOL LOL LOL. Kinney also attached the tracker to a hyperactive squirrel, so Alchemax will be chasing acorns before they know which way is up.

But enough celebration. Zelda ruins the party by saying she’s dying. “Whatever those bastards did to our minds to take away our pain, it took something else too. It took years from us.”

Gabby, once again, insists that they all just ran away from the Alchemax facility. They didn’t blow it up or nuthin’, even though Bellona admits that she wanted to. She wants to make all of them pay. To make them feel the pain that they feel. And all that other happy horseshit.

Kinney tells them all that revenge is a dish best served not at all! Fuck revenge. There’s someone in New York City who can help save their rapidly deteriorating lives! “But I’m warning you,” she adds, “this could get a bit weird.”

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The house we’re going to will make Paradise look like South Sudan!

A man flies into view wearing a flamboyant cape and not looking much like Benedict Cumberbatch. “Wolverine, what do you want with DOCTOR STRANGE?”

Final Thoughts

What’s Doctor Strange going to do? Jack off?

Detective Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #942 – “Night of the Monster Men (Part 6)”

* Part 6 of 6 of the Night of the Monster Men storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Detective Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #942 – “Night of the Monster Men (Finale)!” In the previous installment of the Night of the Monster Men storyline, there’s a lot of fighting, sure, but Nightwing figures out that Strange cobbled together an elaborate plan where he turned four patients into monsters… but not just ANY patients. Ones that embody Batman’s insecurities. He wants to fight Batman in the flesh.

I mean, we knew this before the first issue of this storyline. You mean to tell me that we’ve been spinning out wheels for five issues? Dunk that nerd’s head in the toilet already!

There’s one last monster to fight: a culmination of all four facets of Batman’s deep, dark issues. Then there’s Strange himself! Then there’s Floyd Mayweather. Then it’s bed time.


Detective Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #942 [December, 2016]
Written by: Steve Orland / James Tynion IV
“Night of the Monster Men (Part 3)”

Detective Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #942

“Nightwing. Spoiler. Orphan. You’ve got the 411. Four of us against a giant,” says Batwoman. That’s some nice 411 there, Sergeant. A veritable fountain of 411.

Batwoman tells Batman that they’re en route to the Watchtowers. Batman is looking for Hugo Strange so he can ride his boner to death, because a little hate-fucking is just what the doctor ordered.

This giant monster is so huge and destructive that I would just give up right now. That’s why I’m not a superhero. These actual superheroes, though, they’re all dumb for even trying.

Each member of Batwoman’s crew enters a Watchtower and boots up their Watchtower computer so they can play Watchtower Solitaire. “Let’s show this monster what happens when you come to Gotham,” Batwoman says as she fiddles around with joysticks.

Meanwhile, Batman skulks around Anders Tower looking for a little strange, so to speak. “Waller. Psycho-pirate. Gotham’s death. Your ‘monster men’. You’ve been desperate for my attention,” says Batman to the seemingly empty basement of the tower. “Well, you have it. What now?”

A man in the shadows flips a switch and a large, red image of the Batman logo appears on the wall behind him. He sits on the throne made of psychology textbooks probably from all the Psych 101 classes that he has failed over the last three decades. This man smells like Triscuits. The man is Hugo Strange, and he delights in Batman’s arrival. He’s wearing something called a “suicide suit”. “Any blow greater than a football and I die. You can’t touch me.”

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I’ll show you a blow.

If this were anyone else, he’d punt a football right into Strange’s face. But this is Batman, and he’s a big pussy about killing people.

Strange tells Batman that Gotham needs Batman. But Gotham doesn’t need him, if you acquire his drift. You see, anyone can be Batman! All they need is a suit and a couple of dead parents.

Strange launches into a monologue about being the most capable of facing Gotham’s madness. “I am the one sane person in an insane city,” Strange claims. After tonight, he will become Batman. Just try and stop him. Football, remember?

The monster downtown is literally knocking down 100-story buildings. “If the Watchtowers fall, there’s nothing to stand in its way. We have to hold the line,” Batwoman says as if “holding the line” meant anything at all. Weapons are useless. Everything is useless. What they’re doing is useless. I say knock down the Watchtowers, raze Gotham to the ground, and all its evacuated citizens can start fresh in Hoboken.

Nightwing is trying to find the fifth element of Strange’s insecurity rundown. Childhood… grief… fear… manipulation… then he gets it: ego. Of course! (?)

“Dick — what’s your status? We need to move!” yells Batwoman while Nightwing drools over his preoccupations. Then he leaves the Watchtower like the biggest idiot in town and confronts the monster face-to-face. The other three Watchtower occupants are shooting what looks like rubber bands at the monster. “I’ve got this, Batwoman,” Nightwing says as he jumps right into the monster’s gaping mouth. “Trust me.”

The news is already on top of it: “Hero Dives into Mouth of Madness” says the scroll at the bottom of the TV. More like “Dumbshit Kills Self, Others”.

Strange watches the footage of Nightwing committing what looks like hella suicide and he snickers. “Batman is too much for you. The weight of him breaks you and everyone around you.” Batman grimaces and tells Strange to shut up, please. Please! Please stop talking! Wah!

Detective Comics (Vol. 1), Issue #942

Blue Plate Special: Knuckle Sandwich from Fist City, with a side of Foot Up Your Ass, on the house.

The monster goes “GRTHT” three times while, I’m guessing, Nightwing is pooping on its tongue. It’s definitely regurgitating some sort of pink fluid. It’s disgusting.

Strange smiles smugly at Batman, inches from his face. “You can’t hit me.” Batman punches the wall behind him.

Strange thinks he won, but get this: Clayface melts all over Anders Tower and Strange has trouble breathing. Then the giant monster explodes in a goopy mist of pink foam. “Nightwing! You did it!” yells Batwoman as he cradles an intact Nightwing on the roof of the tower. “Mission accomplished!”

If you think that paragraph is confusing and missing some key details, just imagine how I feel reading the damn thing. No explanation whatsoever. Six issues and this is how they win? This is how it ends?

“You thought projecting my faults as monsters would stop me? You don’t understand me at all, Strange. I don’t run from my monsters. I embrace them.”

*cue 45,000 different comic books where Batman cries in his bed about his dead parents*

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*twirls hair* Is he single?

Batman held his breath for 45 seconds while Clayface asphyxiated Strange easily. Strange is now unconscious and cooing like a dying baby.

Here comes the denouement. The monster is dead. Strange is stopped forever. “And Dick?” says Batwoman. “He free dove into a mutated digestive tract. He’s fine. I’m not unimpressed.”

Batwoman asks Nightwing how he knew what to do, and it’s simple!: Fling flab groob glab. I mean, that’s basically what Nightwing says. We’re all dumber for it, too.

Days later, in the now free-from-monsters Gotham City, costumed dorks are working on fixing the city that has been basically demolished. You might as well just leave it alone and move the population five miles down the road.

Bruce and Kate look at the fresh graves of Strange’s four dead guinea pigs, who happen to be buried right next to one another. The city is safe once again. Strange has been thrown into a well. A government research team is studying the remnants of the final monster’s guts, which worries Bruce, but that’s a subject for another drab Batman story!

“There are always more monsters out there, Bruce,” Kate smiles. “Always will be. Let’s not give them a head start.”

Final Thoughts

Talk about anticlimactic! Wowza! Did Nightwing really jump down the throat of a 100-story monster and punch its intestines until it exploded all over town? What the fuck is that shit? I guess anyone can be a comic book writer nowadays, huh? Maybe I should apply.

Sucky Funnies for November 9, 2025

Oh man, more shitty comic strips? It’s like Christmas has come early, except I’m not drinking any eggnog and I saw the Grinch at the store the other day buying cottage cheese instead of stealing from me. So it’s not like Christmas has come early. But at least we have comic strips to warm our hearts.


Hagar the Horrible

Hagar the Horrible - November 9, 2025

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When you open Hagar the Horrible in the browser of your choice on the comic strip website, which will remain nameless because they bombard you with constant ads to pay for their unfulfilling premium service, the browser tab says “Hagar the Horrible Comic Strip”. And that’s the funniest thing about Hagar the Horrible today!

It appears that Princess Headband somehow didn’t notice that castle tours were set up right outside, which means that she’s either a shut-in who would disintegrate into a puff of dust if she so much as looked outside her window once in a while, or Hagar the Horrible raped her into a coma during his pillaging. Just kidding. Rape isn’t funny. And neither is Hagar the Horrible.


Mallard Fillmore

Mallard Fillmore - November 9, 2025

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Mallard Fillmore once again hits hard with the biting, timeless social commentary. I suppose the giant feral cat (?) in the cage represents all the horrible immigrants we have running around our country doing mean things like working hard in labor jobs or being better upstanding members of our community than your average middle-class white person.

Deep down, what bothers me the most about Mallard Fillmore is that it’s a reminder that the Sunday comics are targeted mostly toward Republicans, and that they’re out there in droves ready to bang out opinions on the Mallard Fillmore page. I don’t even want to deal with today. The world is too depressing.


Zippy the Pinhead

Zippy the Pinhead - November 9, 2025

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Speaking of biting, timeless social commentary, what the fuck is this shit? Zippy the Pinhead is here to remind conservatives that certain thin-skinned presidents should ignore the criticism and uphold the integrity of the constitution? Not only is that preposterous, but why use an anthropomorphic toad (named “Mr. The Toad”) to get the point across? And what the fuck is he doing? Is he breaking and entering, using his intimidating presence to bully the terrified residents that, and I quote, “Th’ Founding Fathers were all in for Th’ Toad!” Does this mean that if I try to take away rights from trans folks, some giant frog thing will yell at me? I don’t want to live in this world! I’d better respect the constituion!

Stupid.

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188

Welcome to Archieness & Riverdalers Presents: Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188!


Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188 [July, 2003]

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188


”The Scream Team”

Betty, Reggie, Veronica and Archie are riding a carnival ride that is clearly meant for little children. “SCREECH!” Betty cries in giant purple letters. “SHRIEK!” Veronica cries in overlarge orange letters. “WHHIRR!” she then says, grabbing onto Archie’s neck for dear life until he dies of involuntary strangulation.

Luckily they all survived without suffering some kind of freak accident that murdered everyone! “That ride sure was scary!” Veronica says, stumbling around like she just slurped a keg’s worth of beer out of the dirt. “It wasn’t the ride that bothered me!” gripes Archie. “You were screaming so loud you almost broke my eardrum!”

Veronica makes a pouty face while Reggie laughs and claims that Betty, too, was shrieking like a blonde banshee. The girls are, to say the least, maladjusted to the shift of the conversation. The boys have a problem with girls yelling in their ears, huh? Maybe that’s how girls express their fear! Guys handle it better! I sense a real battle of the sexes coming up! Penis vs. Vagina, who will win?!

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The boys are so afraid you can see their fear boners pushing against their pants.

Betty and Veronica have had enough! They don’t even fight anymore, they just run away mad. Archie is like “we paid $160 for this trip to Six Flags Over Baghdad and we’re going to get our money’s worth by god!” Well, this perks the girls up. Money’s worth, eh? More rides, eh? They motion to a roller coaster called Scream Machine, which, if the name is any indication, screams are nigh. “Why don’t we just see who can keep their mouths shut!” Betty says with what can only be described as wry fury.

Archie looks nervous enough to spray diarrhea on all of his friends. “We haven’t gone the roller coaster since it was rebuilt and renamed ‘The Scream Machine’,” he says, noticing the very well-displayed sign with the name of the roller coaster on it. Within minutes, the four of them are sitting in their cars waiting for their inevitable near-death experience.

Veronica and Betty vow to keep quiet while the boys squirm like scared little rats. The coaster clanks alarmingly. The roller coaster looks tame by a 9-year-old’s standards, but these nimrods are regretting their decision to tackle this beast. “UGH!” Archie grunts, obviously feeling exactly 1 G of force. “ARRGH!” the boys yell as they go around the loop, which prompts Veronica to gleefully point out that they just fuckin’ screamed. “You screamed and we didn’t!” she taunts when the ride is over. But the girls sure do look worse for wear! Knees all shakin’! Legs all wobblin’!

Archie offers to buy lunch for a job well done. The girls offer to meet them at the snack bar later. They just need to… you know… recover for a quick moment. Yeah. Yeah, that’s it.

The boys walk away and converse in disbelief about how the girls didn’t even make a peep! They must have iron cahones!

Betty and Veronica (Vol. 2), Issue #188

*sad trombone*


”Sign Language”

It’s Little League time, and a squirt named Marty asks Betty where Coach Chuck is. Coach Chuck is dead, kid. He fell into a woodchipper feet first. He’s now haunting the gymnasium, and–

“Chuck Clayton can’t make today’s game, Marty!” Betty says, not bothering with a moment of silence. Guess who’s filling in? “Coach Ron”, aka Veronica, aka Ron. “Ugh, we’re going to lose!” gripes a kid who may or may not be Marty. All these kids look the same.

Betty tells these kids to cork it. “All Ron has to do is sit on the bench, keep order and look beautiful,” Betty says, which is something Veronica can do very well as long as the bench doesn’t have termites like last time.

Coach Betty goes over all the signs. Hand on hip and touching nose means steal. Squeezing her left boob means throw a curveball. Veronica notices a hot little hunk o’ man with a “Coach” shirt walking onto the field. “That’s Jayson!” Betty exclaims. “He’s the coach of the other team! He’s a nice guy, but he hates losing!”

He’s probably not a nice guy, then. Look out for that. He probably pushes women down the stairs.

Veronica is jealous that Coach Betty gets to stand near Coach Jayson during the game. They give each other the ol’ fuck eyes while Veronica sulks on the bench. Eventually, Betty lets Veronica coach third base so she can wiggle her ass at Jayson. She becomes self-conscious about her possibly sunburnt nose and starts touching it, accidentally giving the fat kid the steal sign. The fat kid starts running toward second base, huffing and puffing like a locomotive.

Next, Veronica shoos a fly away, inadvertently waving the fat kid home. All these mistaken signs are successful! The blubbery kid is safe! What a triumph!

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Good job, Coach Ron! Your horny ass saved the day!

“My hat’s off to you, Coach Ron!” Betty effuses. “That was a terrific job of coaching!”

“It was? I mean… yeah! It was! Now can I meet Jayson?”

“Gee, sorry, Ron! He stormed away after saying ‘good game’! I told you he doesn’t like to lose!”

“Hmph! He’s not the only loser!”

Sorry, Ronnie. No rawdoggin’ it today.


”Club Snub”

“Greetings, Ms. Lodge!”

“Need anything, Ms. Lodge?”

“I’ve summoned your personal trainer, Ms. Lodge!”

Veronica gets doted on by the gym personnel while Betty stands there getting ignored as if she were smeared in pig feces. But Veronica doesn’t like it! She leaves, and Betty is completely befuddled (and smeared in pig feces). “Did you hear how they were acting?” Veronica says angrily. “They were fawning all over me!”

Betty has never seen Veronica poo-poo a little positive attention due to her Riverdale fame. “The constant red carpet treatment gets old after a while,” she moans and bitches. Betty wouldn’t know. Look at her! Feces everywhere!

Veronica is going to treat Betty to a normal gym experience, so they’re going to drive 1200 miles to the next nearest town: Millville. Surely the Lodge family’s name doesn’t extend to fuckin’ Millville.

“Be on your toes!” says the manager of the SpaPlex gym. “I got a tip that the president of the spa franchise is checking our location today!”

“When’s he coming?” asks an employee.

“He’s not! He’s sending his daughter in for a secret inspection!”

“We mustn’t let on that we were warned. What’s she look like?”

“A pretty teenage blonde girl!”

I THINK WE CAN ALL GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT. COMIC BOOK OVER.

Just kidding. Certainly, Betty now gets treated like Millville royalty. She and Veronica enter the establishment all perky and ready to hit the Bowflex! The workers wink at each other and start the doting.

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Did someone say PIG FECES?!?!

Five-star treatment! Full tea service! Private dressing areas! Chocolates! Exfoliating citrus scrubs! Aromatic salt massages! Episodes of The Simpsons with Phil Hartman in them!

“Does it seem to you that we’re getting treated very well?” Betty asks concernedly as the two of them sit in the sauna.

“Oh, Betty, it’s so obvious!” smiles Veronica smugly. “They know I’m Veronica Lodge! My fame has spread out even here!”

Yeah, ok, two hours ago you were like “fuck all this attention” and now you’re sweating naked in a Millville sauna.

While they enjoy bubbly baths full of salts and oils and what-have-you, the manager gets a call that the president’s daughter isn’t going to be coming after all! Gulp!

“You have some nerve pretending to be inspecting!” the manager yells at Betty, who is just as bewildered as bewildered can be, my stars! Veronica starts laughing. They thought she was the celebrity?! “And here I thought it was because I’m Veronica Lodge!”

This is the part where the manager literally goes “sput” and “erk”. “Of the Riverdale Lodges?!” she exclaims! She was about ready to bill these cunts $6,700 for the services, but now they need to be nice or Hiram Lodge will come down to Millville and punt his fine boot up their butts.

The end.


”Heads Up, Reggie!”

Betty and Veronica are trying to enjoy a pleasant time on the beach not getting hit by rampant tsunamis. A crowd gathers around something, but what?! And why?! Did someone get stung by a jellyfish and now everyone has gathered for a piss bukkake?

No, it’s just this idiot.

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If you think that’s impressive, you should see his butthole.

Reggie asks the girls how they like his new summer look. They both try to keep their lunches down. “It has a hundred advantages!” Reggie declares, as if getting laid was on the table at all anymore. Betty and Veronica say that he’ll save money on haircuts and combs, which makes Reggie turn beet red, I say! “A lot of guys are going for this new macho look!” he says, presenting himself as some sort of cancer patient. Nearby beach patrons call him “chrome dome”. Girls laugh in the distance.

It’s not all chrome domes and ridicule, though! Two girls run up to Reggie, introduce themselves, and invite him for ice cream. “Unique guys who aren’t afraid to express their individuality really interest us,” one says, unaware that they’re talking to Riverdale’s biggest rapist. Reggie walks away with a girl on each arm, and Betty is surprised to say the VERY least!

“Gee, maybe Reggie is right about his new look being cool and attractive,” Betty says as Archie contemplates waxing his own noggin.

Later, presumably after getting his dick sucked by two women at the same time, Reggie returns to Betty and Veronica who ask him how things are goin’. “Shaving my head was the smartest thing I ever did!” he says dumbly. The next day, though, Reggie is wearing a hat on the beach looking disgruntled enough to shoot up a lemonade stand.

“Hey, Reggie! What’s with the safari hat? What happened to your shaved head look?”
“Hmph! Mind your own business!”

The fucker forgot to put sunscreen on his head the day before. He looks like an angry zit. The girls LOL and LMAO all night.

Final Thoughts

Fuck them Riverdale kids is all I gots to say.

State of the Blog Address – November, 2025

State of the Blog

George W. Bush and his chief of staff Andrew Card, leaning in for a kiss.

Long overdue, here’s another State of the Blog Address that you can print out for leisurely reading and then shove up your narrow rectum.

Sorry, I’m a little crabby lately. You see, this installment can be treated more as a State of My Life Address, because man is my life the pits. Work. Home. You name it. I wake up at 6am every morning dead tired, I get my kids ready for school, I take one of them via bus to kindergarten, and then I have to take another bus, then a train, then another bus to get to work! It’s ludicrous! Why would I do that to myself for $8,000 per hour? What am I trying to do, squeeze blood from a turnip over here? By the time I actually show up for work, I’m dead exhausted! More often than not, I’m taking a nap during my lunch break. That’s when I usually write! Now I have to try writing during working hours, because evenings are reserved for reading, playing Cyberpunk 2077 (with the Phantom Liberty DLC!), and watching episodes of Stargate SG-1. What a life, right?

So, the blog is suffering a bit, I’ll admit it. Writing is tough to do these days when I’m tired to the bone and I’d rather spend my free time doing something mindless instead of solo roleplaying games or writing capsulated album reviews. Granted, I have over 100 finished articles ready to post, but proofreading has become a chore and I often don’t want to take the five-to-ten minutes it would take to re-read something before posting it. I know, isn’t that sad? This is supposed to be a fun hobby and, after over four years of nearly constant upkeep, I’m starting to get burnt out on most of it. And all the new ideas I have ain’t cutting it right now. Chick Tracts! 1930s pulp sci-fi stories! wikiHow! Earthbound! I’m trying to write about all these new, fresh angles and I can’t get excited about any of it right now!

So what’s going on?

Comics

The only thing I haven’t slacked on lately are the comics. Even in the worst of times, writing these up is a blast and I love that there are literally tens of thousands of comic books to choose from. What’s gonna be next to read?? Oooooh, I can’t wait to find out! I’ve read a few graphic novels that I want to post about, but I keep forgetting about them. Ever read Blankets? It’s amazing.

Music

Yeah right. 2025 is an incredibly weak year for music and I’m going to struggle to find five albums that I liked for my annual write-up. I used to write about 25 albums, then I got exhausted with that shit. Hopefully 2026 will be a better year, and my New Year’s resolution is to pick Newer Release Roundup back up. For one thing, this feature got me excited about music at its peak in 2021/2022. For another, this was originally supposed to be a music blog! How am I supposed to maintain my hipster cred when I’m spending all my time complaining about how stupid Captain America is? Look forward to me trying and failing to write up new albums on a weekly basis. Bi-weekly? Monthly? Ugh, I don’t know yet. We’ll see how that pans out.

Movies/TV

2025 did not see me watching a lot of movies. What happened was I got back into a nerdy sci-fi kick and I spent most of my evenings watching Farscape, Stargate SG-1, and various Star Treks. Not wasted time though, as each season of these shitty episodic TV shows from 30+ years ago got a write-up comprising capsulated episode reviews, which was pretty fun in its own right. All like “Geordi LaForge fucked a motherboard”, which is every episode, honestly. I spent very little time watching actual good TV, and I think it’s because my brain needs a break from anything too heavy. I watched Servant on AppleTV and it’s about dead babies. Sometimes a little Jean-Luc Picard is needed as a palate cleanser! But, yeah, I have a ton of posts about movies and TV shows almost ready to post, but I’m not feeling it on a regular basis. Sometimes I just don’t want to re-read my own writing. Totally cringe. Skibidi.

Other Stuff

I started a feature called People Who Suck (kicked off with Charlie Kirk!) that I hope will get those creative juices flowing. It’s going to mostly be criminals and Republicans — often both at the same time — and it will be fun to make fun of all sorts of awful, awful pieces of shit.

More than a lot of other content on this blog, I’d love to continue Sucky Funnies Sunday on a regular basis. The problem here is that, these days, I’d much rather sleep in until noon on Sunday than sift through the wacky antics of Mary Worth and Mallard Fillmore. It’s a shame, because these are really fun to do.

Did I mention Chick Tracts! 1930s pulp sci-fi stories! wikiHow! Earthbound! Yeah, someday.

Final Thoughts

Man, I don’t know. Here’s a picture of a young Teddy Roosevelt with some horrible mutton chop bullshit going on.

State of the Blog