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Despite going full-fiction this month, I had to draw something the day after my Uncle Don died, and this is what I drew. I don't control this stuff, people. His clown name was Tiny, he rode a bike, and my aunt chased him with a wooden spoon when he was naughty. It's up to you, dear reader, to eat all the steaks now. Have good stories. ♥

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So yeah, I've been doing this for nine years. I seem to have gotten better. ^_^

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I could go for a Fluffy defender to the face....

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The Puppy and I freak each other out real good.

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Puppigator GPS is never wrong.

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Wee? WEE!

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Out of the hedge, into the spongy area in the corner.

This month's storyline is extra bizarro on account of me not wanting to drop reality on you, but my Uncle Foots passed away last night, far too soon for a dude as awesome as him. If you've ever been to Universal Studios in California and thought the trams ran really quiet and clean, my Uncle Don was partly responsible for that. If you enjoy anything I've done online, you have my Uncle Don to thank for that, too, because in 1990 he sent me my first modem so we could keep in touch via e-mail, and made sure I kept up on all the new nerdery along the way. He was a friend to parrots, dogs, cats, rats and ferrets, helped raise three amazing women, and loved my Aunt Janet even though she'd chase him with a wooden spoon from time to time. I hit the jackpot in uncles, people, and this one was Tiny in nickname only. ♥

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Hey kids, find the secret items!

*ahem*

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Going full-on fiction this month. The Ninja Twins don't play pool with me.

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Spreadin' the uncle love around, and that's not meant to be creepy despite the fact that this is me saying that. Today's my Uncle Bobby's birthday, and recently he introduced me to Yukon Men, a show about guys trying to make a living on a frikkin' sheet of ice. It was fascinating, mainly because I love ice. One guy accidentally trapped a lot of birds. As you can imagine I had a lot to deal with after that, but it's okay because the body count went up even higher once Dr. Pol came on. Also my Uncle Bobby digs planes and there you have the completely sensible explanation for one of the most bizarre comics I've drawn in a while. I'm sorry I spoiled it. also I'm sorry I look like Pebbles today.