Omar Puts Down His Foot
This has been niggling at me for a bit. It feels good to finally give Omar an outlet in this strip. Put simply: in the story, Mick has missed a LOT of work, leaving early. Mostly for situations involving his penis. And yeah, I have the whole storyline from start to fin in my head, but Omar’s been bitching in the back of my skull for a few weeks now.
Sometimes the characters in a story get real, in your brainmeats, and they tend to speak up when they disagree with your original ideas. Fucking voices in my skull. BASTARDS.
Add: Sorry about the site outage this morning, somehow the account for the DB went out of sync. Should be fine now.
I’m having a really crazy week. Is there something in the air that’s making life get weird?
Add: Something keeps making the site lose connection to the PHP database. I have an inkling what the cause could be, but contacting Hostgator’s support with this idea… well, it sounds loopy, even to me. But I will make sure the site is up, as often as I can.
The voice of Omar’s penis, you mean? 😀
That too. 😀
Hmmm is it because I’m English or is Difficult spelt incorrectly?
You have to suspend your disbelief a bit. It can be diffcult.
Intentionally spelt with less ‘F’ because their lives would be less complicated with less F in it. 😀
Omar broke it off at work on Mick, and with luck will be breaking it off/in on his date later that eve.
I do have this weird feeling Omar is about to bite off more than he can chew however…
…you think he’ll bite it?
When Omar’s eyes go from black dots to pupils, that means it’s srs bsns.
Srs. Bdns.
I say Mick just invites Alex over to the store. After they talk things through, they can hit the Casting Couch and all will be well with the universe.
Oh, there’s a good idea. “I just cheated on you, now let’s go stand next to each other with loaded and drawn firearms.”
(Yes, WE are aware that Mick sleeping with somebody else isn’t top on Alex’s list of concerns, but Mick isn’t.)
Good point. 🙂
That’s what I was thinking..
Omar’s shirt is lookin’ at me.
The sleepy, pocket-nipple-eyes, follow me around the room.
Wow that’s damn near a haiku. 🙂
Omar’s shirt sees me
Sleepy, pocket-nipple eyes
Follow me around.
Quick edit, and there it is.
Great.
Now I can’t NOT see that.
Does Omar get his shirts from Big Texas after the state fair is done?
LMAO I bet he does!
Never get between a horny man and his crotch-fantasies. Mick is lucky he didn’t get a shoe-leather suppository.
Brainmeats? I thought it was headbones (I have many headbones)