that’s a pretty shrewd angel
Man, even I’ve never drank that much Mountain Dew…
At first I was gonna compliment you on your forward planning, but then I remembered that these strips were written later on.
So I will complement you on your taste in hoodies instead.
He planned so far ahead, he did it in reverse!
Hey, if the Book of Daniel can get away with it…
The angel should’ve also mentioned that her true love would look like sculpted caramel. Would’ve saved everyone a lot of trouble.
The angel should have told her to cut down on the mountain dew if you want to have teeth in your 40s.
Eh, sugar doesn’t rot your teeth, bacteria does. You can drink as much soda as you want as long as you brush your teeth well and regularly. Now, diabetes is another issue entirely.
And, I’m diabetic, I drink DIET Mountain Dew. No sugar, same religious experience after 7 of them. Yes, the angel also told ME that my true love would have bad hair and wear a hoodie. Apparently, I’m my own true love.
“I’m my own true love.” – words to live by.
For the record, you should not necessarily trust someone who looks like Robin about sugar consumption.
Way to be specific, Angel.
I’m reminded of the street preacher who told me that his calling to evangalism came one night when he was on drugs and Jesus talked to him. At least Joyce’s drug-fueled hallucinations are only messing with her love life. (That’s a suppressed memory popping up, like the names she keeps giving dogs, right?)
In unrelated news, bronies have ruined the word “pony” for me.
It’s nice to know that even though she acts like a crazy person, Joyce is still you’re typical college student, drinking 7 cans of Mountain Dew in a single sitting. Though I don’t think I’ve ever seen any angels after a Dew binge. Usually just little purple aliens. And Batman.
My last dew binge got kind of weird – a winged man told me that my bird soul would appreciate lettuce on its hamburgers once; apparently my hallucinations think I’m an otherkin, what the fuck- but I’ve never been told about my wife.
Did the angel say anything about Nachitos? That’s kind of a key point.
Maybe it would’ve if she’d offered a drink.
I love how I’ve read this strip probably four times–the first three in the order they’re in in the archive–and only just now got it.
Also, as a person who spent all four years of college drinking nothing but Mountain Dew, I am both impressed by her tolerance level and sad that I never got anywhere near that many.
Well that narrows it down to half the men at college.
In a row?
Hey, try not to suck any dick on the way through the parking lot!
This is a college campus, the number of dudes that would fit that description are infinite, and you focus on this one guy with no personality?
Maybe she’s just into guys with no personality. Makes imposing your own views so much easier.
Did the angel mention superpowers?
Wait, doesn’t she fixate herself on Mike for a while?
January 4, 2005
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