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Aw! Don’t let them get you down, Gabe! Keep dem magical pants a singin’!
I’ll have them whistle a tune for you :)
…and thus was born the kernel of an idea that became Big pants Mouse!
;)
my pants just got magic.
Oh yeah!
Poor for you, this is are nice magic pants.
Thanks!
Moms!
Gotta love ‘em!
‘vvt vvt vvt’
perfect!
That’s the sound my cords are making today.
-Snaggletooth-boy, you stand accused of being a collossal dick. Judge, what is the verdict?
-Guilty.
-Bailiff, feed him to the sharkticons!
Me Grimlock King, me Grimlock say execute them.
And through this great loss the seed of Big Pants was planted…
Oh wait now i see someone said the same thing, drat!
Oh well, MAGIC PANTS!
There’s enough magic for everyone!
HAHAHAHA! I can’t believe you wrote a comic about corduroy. I am in dismay. Totally amazing!
When I was young, I REFUSED to so much as even touch anything made of corduroy… and it was all because of that sound.
I couldn’t stand having that “vveet” sound follow me, ruining my every attempt to be stealthy.
And it’s not like I was an especially fussy kid either. Corduroy was just my one peeve, and still is (with the addition of sticker residue). In fact, I even have a sign in my bedroom that reads “shhhh, corduroy free zone.”
Your pants were far from magic, Gabe. Instead they were closer to resembling the inside of a piece of cardboard box. Sorry
Ha! Hilarious! Corrugated pants?! Sign me up!
Aw, too bad you didn’t like Corduroy, I’m wearing a pair right now :)
When I was around 8 or so, my aunt got me a pink corduroy two-piece clothing set of jacket and pants. She didn’t know I hated both corduroy and pink, apparently. This was before I had been told that returns were an acceptable possibility in gift giving. When I was asked to put the clothes on to model for my aunt, I was so torn between politeness and clothing hate that I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything but break down and cry.
It was really awkward for everyone involved. I bet you have a similar story. Regardless, this story made me think of that!
The social pressures of childhood, yep, almost the same thing happens to me and continues to happen :)
Man, I’m sure your aunt knew it wasn’t your favorite piece of clothing the moment you opened it. Kid’s faces tell it all.
Corduroy was a bear, man. He had amazing adventures in a department store. That’s what I knew.
Yep! Didn’t he lose a button?
Yes! =D
This is a ridiculously well drawn page… great expressions all around, and amazing layout!
Aw thanks!