Big Gig Page 11 (Birthday edition!)

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*birthday dance*

Hey guys (girls too!)how's it going?         I saw the light of life on September 18th not so long ago.
So this weeks page is late because 
i worked very hard on it, and I love it!!!

It seems i have made a pact with a fierce warrior of the webcomic nation, and all around awesome person, the author of Full Fledged.
Maybe I'll make a community.
 

Yeah, i like that.
If you wanna check out Full Fledged, I'm afraid you wont like me anymore. But what can you do?

First to comment gets a free muffin!

K bye!

 

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WE HAVE HIT TEN PAGES!

*champagne pops in the background*

Hey dudes, wazzap?

Thank you for joining me on this historic night.

Tonight we like!

TONIGHT WE SHARE!

TONIGHT WE COMMENT!

Tonight... we love.

NOT!

If Mrs. Lou sounds familiar, i tweaked the song  title MISIRLOU because copyright.

If you haven't heard it Google it.

So i'm late this time because i (get used to i ) had a vomit streak after listening to Nicki Minaj.

I will get better don't worry.

Gallery will be up soon.

This will from now on be a community for comics that just started, because sharing other peoples comics worked so well.

If you have a comic leave a link, and I will see it and I will share it and comment.

Riggedy Sunshines, ADIOS!

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Man, still haven't got used to work again. Lettering via Photoshop was a pain

stakingly hard thing to do.

Currently listening to Simon and Garfunkel, A Hazy Shade Of Winter. Know a good old song? Leave a link in the comments.

So, our good friend's name is Nigel. Awesome name. i think he's gonna be a nerdy cool guy.(IF THAT RACE EXISTS).Jeff is a sporty, but a jock-like kind of guy. Nigel always calls him Jeff, except sometimes. 

SO!

We got the line-up, so that's awesome. Now we just wait 'til the story unfolds...

Wait, aitwaitwait. Sunday? Son of a...

Sorry for being late sugarlumps.

Bye! 

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Back from vacation! Sorry for leaving you unsupervised. But i'm back now until December, probably.

SO!

You're probably wondering who the man behind the door is. He's a cool guy, don't worry about it.

Did i miss you? Yes. Did you miss me? i dunno. 

Heh, i feel like i'm talkin' to myself. 

Dat gotta be like the man in the TV box feelin', right pa?

Sorry, sometimes i go full country.

Not that there is anyhing wrong with that of course.

I found some awesome people that draw better than me. My lack of talent is my style.

You can find some of those people in the box to the right:

I'm still waiting for permission from two more. Because i am a gentleman.

I am also super super modest. 

Comment punks, i dare ya.

Bye 'till next  Friday!

P.S. i'm thinking of making a side gallery for sketches an' stuff.
P.P.S. If you're new, it's a little i because anarchy.

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Trying out the new filter on my scanner. It ain't workin'. Comment if you like it this way. Artwise, I like the first panel best. 

Why won't you comment?Just one, teency-weency lil' lump o' love. Pleease.

I love doing this, and it would make me happy if someone liked reading it. And as for the contest....

Screw it, just send your email in the comments and I'll send it to you!

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Just for the record; THOSE AREN'T  EARS ON THE CAR! It's read THRAMMM.

Okay, now that i have got that out of my system,let's continue. I am astonished. 339 views, no comments.

I just wanna see someone caring about what i am doing.           None of my friends think this is cool, so, meh.

Here, have an homage to Dire Straits. 

A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travelers came walking down the track
And they never went further, and they never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, and then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow

I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road

You know, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder, like you don't seem to care
But believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again

From all of these signs saying, "sorry, but we're closed"
All the way
Down the telegraph road