Revenge

If you don't understand the context, go back and read this. It should clear things up for you.

Watching you Squirm

This is the mark of true friendship right here.

Restraining Order

I drew this a while ago, but I have a feeling that the reason Clooney doesn't make another appearance probably has more to do with my inability to get the likeness down as opposed to any legal action.

Should Have Seen the Look on Your Face

This seems like a pretty standard gag someone in their position would try and pull, right?

What's the point?

No one wants to see the Sham-Wow guy during a commercial break in a porno.

Gotcha!

Could things have taken a turn for the worse?  Check back next time to find out!

For No Good Reason

I have yet to come across a good reason to save poop in jars, and honestly, if Sluggy thought he could recreate The Mighty Fishstick out of his own excrement (like a poop snowman!) then he obviously has his own mental health to worry about.

Payback

Justice is a dish best served with maple syrup.

Relatives

Well, that's an unexpected turn of events...not to mention, further proof that The Wormy Guy might have gotten dropped on his head one too many times in his youth.

Negligence at its finest

Remember class, signs are there for a reason

I'm Not a Real Doctor

And Clooney makes his triumphant (and poorly drawn) return to the the strip

Fishy Waffles

I just went for the layup there; sorry, it had to be done.

Yum

Yup, you saw that right.  Come back on Monday to see what happens next!

Poignancy From The Strangest Source

Truth.

I'm pretty sure those are Bugles that Shrimpy is eating...or rocks...I can't really remember.

I Hate You Waffle Boy

You never know when a waffle will surprise you like that.

And I just single-handedly ruined breakfast for a handful of pot-heads.

Even more irony

Don't ask me how the Mighty Fishstick actually takes a piss, seriously it's not something you want to think about

Hello George

Possibly the worst drawing of Clooney ever, I apologize.

Okay, here's the deal. Most of my stories have a little grain of truth in them, or come from somewhere, they aren't just total fabrications.  This one was no different.  Back when I wrote this story, my youngest brother, Brandon, was working at a coffee hut in Auburn while going to the Community College there.  He was a tough kid, played football and track in high school and soccer in college.  Plus he was the youngest of three brothers so he obviously took a beating.  The one thing that could beat him was a patch of ice outside the coffee hut apparently.  He slipped, fell and knocked himself out.  I found it to be funny and kind of ironic that the football player that got hit in the head everyday was taken out by a patch of ice.  I decided to craft a storyline around that idea and pair it up with the batch of strips I had already written about the personal soundtrack machine, and voila, a comic is born.

PS - Neither he, nor I, have ever had our heads examined by George Clooney.

Waffle Time

Something tells me that the best option was the waffle.  

Wide awake

What a way to end the week!  Come back on Monday to see what happened to everyone's favorite mad scientist fishstick!

And the plot thickens...

Yup, friendship is a beautiful thing!