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I looove this car now. Cars are simple technology right now, but imagine the astonishment they created in the early years. I just wanna say that, artwise, i(yeah baby i) have NO ***** idea how the bottom of a Beetle looks like. But it's not a FAIL because the comic page looks pretty good. The art supplies i (don't go there) correspond with are -not that good-.(transcription: WHY DO THESE THINGS EVEN EXIST? WHY MUST I BE TORTURED WITH THIS UNDERWORDLY CURSED MATERIALS!?). Heh, art sounds weird. Art, art, tart, bart,vkbhbfvk (tongue slip). Please comment. i'm lonely

Note: Because we got to 200 views ˙Woohooo!˙ i (Oi! Warnin' you!) decided to tell you sumtin' about the start of dis comic:

That's none of your frickin' business.

Near Banbridge town, in the County Down
One morning last July
Down a bóithrín green came a sweet cailín
And she smiled as she passed me by.
Oh she looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
To be sure I was really there.
Chorus:
An
I've travelled a bit, but never was hit
Since my roving career began
But fair and square I surrendered there
To the charms of young Rose McCann.
I'd a heart to let and no tenant yet
Did I meet with in shawl or gown
But in she went and I asked no rent
From the star of the County Down.
Chorus
At the crossroads fair I'll be surely there
And I'll dress in my Sunday clothes
And I'll try sheep's eyes, and deludhering lies
On the heart of the nut-brown rose.
No pipe I'll smoke, no horse I'll yoke
Though with rust my plow turns brown
Till a smiling bride by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down


I'm not Irish, why?