This is a cameo of my friend Tony, who would know the decision that had to be made.
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Dapper Finery
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Living in the wilderness means pretty much everything that has 6 legs or more gets to 3rd base on my unmentionables. The only thing accurate about the portrayal of me in this strip is that I have about 1 more chest hair than drawn.
Currently I’m up to 27 chickens, and it’s a mess because Chad was fucking Becky behind Roxie’s back and Brittany won’t shut the fuck up about it. (Yes, these are some of my chicken’s names).
Don’t think they all have names like this, because there is Slutfang, Harlot, Hussy, Hagatha, Skeletor, and maybe Fuckataurus Rex (maybe).
Denis from Corvink and I are doing a little combo pack with our tee shirts, which basically includes death and adventure 😀
Everyday there is a fox that has a daily routine of circling my property which has 30 chickens freely frolicking about. I’ve seen him take down squirrels and chipmunks on the hills, but he hasn’t made a move on my girls yet. It might be from my constant urinating outside making fierce unwavering eye contact, but who knows.
Oh, in case anyone missed it, Scout Crossing is back.
