Kim Jong-il :: the great leader of the comrades and god of the many-flowered moons :: is dead at the age of whatever. After his long battle with whatever :: he lost and died … and now I laugh in his dead face.
Above is how the North Koreans {who are just like the regular Koreans except starving} learned of Kim’s timely demise. In case you can’t read Korean sign language :: I think she says something like …
“The Queen is dead … long live the Queen!”
Speaking of Queens :: poor …

Syndicates have a hard time concocting new and original evil plans …

“Plans are for people who don’t have fucking syndicates!”

… says The Syndicate to itself as it sticks to the old plan :: cataclysmic {and ever growing} disruptions to that plan be damned.
The machinations behind the launch of The Video Boss :: as revealed by fake robots :: has served as the most vivid illustration to date of the corrupt and heartless tactics employed by these Syndicate windbags. But that’s not going to keep Andy Jenkins :: and his stinking-of-rot fake surfer …

Nothing lasts forever.
{that’s what she said.}
Love is hard.
{that’s what she said}
Stop! :: That’s irritating me!
{that’s what she said!}
Anywayz :: Kim and Sandy are breaking up … sad but true.  Another perfect romance dashed upon the jersey shore. Theirs was a love conceived in warm mayonnaise … neckless :: feckless :: and throbbing with androgyny.
But there was another woman :: and she was man … sort of … more like a runt of man … and her name was Jeff Walker.
Andy Jenkins :: Hold me Jeff Walker.
Jeff Walker :: {holding} I love you Sandy! Tell me …

Kim and Sandy :: it’s a love for the fucking ages.
What is it that makes them so compatible? What is the seed of their blossom?
They have much in common:

wishing they were taller
love of bouffant hairstyles and androgyny
getting pleasure from the suffering of others
wasting money like empty headed morons
passion for Mickey Mouse / Naruto slash fiction
helping drive people into poverty

But these are but the triflings of the mortal coil :: inadequately voiced.  A love this flamingly eternal could never truly be expressed via sarcastic bullet points :: or super sweet comic …

Andy Jenkins really wishes that he was Frank Kern. He wishes that he was 6 inches taller. He wishes that he was twenty years younger. He wishes that he had three less necks. But sometimes wishes don’t come true. Sometimes we just keep getting older and more unattractive {no matter how stupidly we brush our gay hair} :: and we’re slowly forced to realize that we are NOTHING. That we have no true friends :: that we are not loved because we are not capable of love. Well …