Cowboy Jim!, submitted by Cowboy Jim. Cowboy Jim is another one of those horrible online web comics "drawn" by a 15 year old sophomore in high school who got an A+ in art class and thinks he's hot shit. Here is an example of his amazing work that looks like some kind of pathetic Pokey the Penguin rip off.
How wacky! What sets Cowboy Jim apart from other web comics though, is how obsessed it's author is with Something Awful. Lately this guy has been emailing us like some kind of crazed groupie. He's insane. He even dreams about Something Awful. Look at this crazy shit.
I thought about joining the Something Awful forum. I even got my mom's permission to use her credit card to join. But as soon as I held that card I couldn't bring myself to join. What if the SA writers didn't like me? I couldn't bear to be rejected. Instead I bought lots of extravagant chocolates for them. I thought buying them things would make them like me.
But what if THAT backfired? What if they thought I was wierd, or worse yet, fat. What if they thought I was hitting on them? I was too afraid to send the chocolates that costed me over 200$ in total and I just ate them myself. My mom scolded me for an hour and I cried and cried, but it was just because I had wasted those chocolates that were supposed to go to Moof and Spokker Jones. Suck exquisite delights were wasted on me.
I've never filed for a restaining order before now but I think I will be heading down to the local precinct tomorrow and do just that. But wait, there's more!
I'm too ashamed to tell my girlfriend and that night I don't make any sexual moves on her while she is beside me in bed. She keeps poking at me and sucking on my neck. Finally she just decides to mount me.
I am somewhere else though. I am thinking about Spokker Jones. She rides me and rides me getting really into it, clutching her bouncy breasts.
"SPOKKER" I shout out!
I am afraid. Very afraid.
The singer dove off the stage and crowd surfed in a sort of reverse funeral procession where the person being carried is the only one truly alive. Touching him I felt religious ecstasy and started speaking in tongues and requesting songs that didn't exist.
There's no easy way to put this, so I'll tell it like it is. Bouillon is died. He went missing before the weekend and yesterday I found his skeletonized remains at the bottom of the #3 soup vat during one of my swims. I thought the cream of mushroom soup had an especially nourishing taste, and a lot more clumps of fur and skin than usual.
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