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Thu, 28/08/2025 - 03:00

I understand I am responsible if my child renders her Chromebook a paper weight by mercilessly and giddily jamming a Bic pen into the power jack, creating a beautiful flash across the screen, and, if the TikToks are accurate, a slight puff of acrid smoke emanating from within.

I will replace my child’s Chromebook screen if she slams it over the corner of her desk or on the back of her chair, as if the future of civilization depends on her, a seven-year-old child, creating a pile of electronic waste out of a learning device that operates as the very thing that stands between her and peace of mind.

If, under any circumstances, my daughter douses her school-issued Chromebook in lighter fluid, setting it ablaze to summon evil spirits during the pledge of allegiance, I will furnish the school with a new device.

Created
Wed, 27/08/2025 - 22:00

Every day, we’re makin’ it slappy here at Slappy Mike’s, and now, we’re finally revealing our secrets. So here’s how we make our crowd favorite: the classic, the one-and-only OG Slappy Sando by Slappy Mike.

First, we get ourselves a fresh, crispy fried chicken fillet. We throw it on a ciabatta roll, pack on some shredded mozzarella, and toss that sucker in a five-hundred-degree oven till it’s all bubbly brown. Then we pull that bad boy out, hit it with some pickled peppers, jicama slaw, and a big ol’ Big Boy Drizzle of Slappy Mike’s Super Secret OG Slappy Sauce.

Oh, but we’re not done.

Once it’s all Slappy’d up, we take the whole-ass sando and top it with sliced onions and five slices of American cheese. We slap it on the griddle and aggressively smash that baby down with a brick. Boom!

Next, we take the smashed sando, wrap it in twenty-five more slices of American cheese, dip the whole thing into Mike’s OG Sriracha Corn Dog batter, and throw that sucker in the deep fryer. Hell yeah.

Created
Wed, 27/08/2025 - 18:59

Roads in Gaza no longer lead to safety or life, but rather to danger and death. One of the most notorious of these roads is the route to Zikim in the northwestern part of the Strip, which in recent months has turned into a bloody scene that repeats itself daily. Thousands of hungry people rush […]

Created
Wed, 27/08/2025 - 17:00
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August 27th, 2025: This comic was inspired by me being a good host!!!

– Ryan

Created
Wed, 27/08/2025 - 14:59
People are wondering how Trump could get away with nationalizing 10% of Intel, with plans to acquire more corporate assets for the Federal government, while hardly hearing a peep from other Republicans. Isn’t this socialism, which is anathema to the Republican Party? Uhh, no. It’s National Socialism. Contrary to some right-wingers, who try to blame […]
Created
Wed, 27/08/2025 - 03:00

Oh.
Oh no.
Something is… wrong.
Very wrong.
Oh, boy.
Yeah. No.
Nope.
Not okay.
Don’t get up, Mom.
You’re so
Comfy
On the couch.
I… got this.
I’ll just—
Urg. Ugh.
Oh boy.
Ohboyohboyohboy.


Actually.

Hold on just a second.

Maybe it’s fine.
I think it’s gone.
False alarm!
HALLELU—

Nope. Real alarm.
ICK, ick, ick, ick, ick, ick.
It’s comin’.
It is comin’.
FAST.
Get
To the rug—
The good rug—
NOW.
No, Mom—
Urrrrrp.
I absolutely
Hurrrrgh.
Cannot wait
Mmmmrgh!
To get
FLURRRRP!
Outside.

Yes, I can see—
Fuuuuubblewibbles.
—That we are standing
In front of this
Open door.

Mom,
Plrrrrrgowowow
Don’t distract me
During this
Sacred and
Oooozawoozah