There's satisfying shampoo waiting to come out of your local supermarket or drugstore. All you have to do is pick one and put it in your shower.

The next time you're in the shampoo aisle, just grab a bottle, flip open the cap, and smell it.

Man, fuck y'all.

Just wasn't the point. You know this.

Edit: We can... open the shampoo in the store? I'm going to have to take this into consideration. Thank you.

I tend to expect from this comic a certain level of unpredictability, and this strip certainly reinforces that idea, just in a way that isn’t right. 

I’m adding the alt text to my list of achewood influenced conversation gimmicks. I am just sad that I couldn’t use it on this Friday, and that I have to wait seven more days for my next chance.

I love this strip. Good show Onstad, I’m sending you digital blowjobs.

I like the image of seven California Rednecks all lined up by a big height chart, all pissin into empties, all calling the one-way mirror "faggot."

It is of my observation that this excites humor in me because it is true. Through my travels, I have seen many specimen of redneck, but none so stereotypical as the Californian Redneck.

I have not been able to figure out for certain what created this extreme species. I do know, that I have broken bread with many rednecks across America without offense, my favorite being the Michigan case, rather diverse in its personality (I once met a flaming gay couple in this fine state’s boondocks, perfectly accepted). It is, however, my opinion that it is the fault of the Berkleyites and the extreme liberal population, as these rednecks see these people, and struggle desperately to find a completely opposite and parallel existence.

Or rather, the Californian hick rebels against the Californian rebel.

This is my first post, as in I am new here, and I hope to find acceptance under the condition that I will post as rarely as possible.