Comic Strip Where The Last Panel Is Always A Remote Oil Rig

I think this comic strip has officially lasted longer than "Beetle Bailey" by now.

Are You There, God? It's Me, Facebook.

I ain't the most religious person in the world, but I'm pretty sure none of that vague inspirational crap on your "Message From God" Facebook app isn't based on scripture. Unless you count "Love Is..." comic strips as New Testament.

Slapped!

Joel got slapped yesterday. By a dude.

The incident occurred at one of those places where you paint your own pottery. Joel took a blind date to All Fired Up in Santa Monica but began eyeing this dude's crotch at the next table. Cora Sampson, his date, never noticed, but the dude totally picked up on Joel's lustful glances. The fact that Joel painted "I WANT TO EAT YOUR DICK, RANDOM DUDE AT THE NEXT TABLE" on his vase wasn't very subtle, either.

So after about 45 minutes of enduring Joel's ogling and mooning, the dude plum got up and slapped Joel smack on the mug. What the fuck kind of sentence was that.

(pictured above, C-K graciously teaches barista skills to a group of people they're about to lay off)