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Post. Grunge. Punks. (Webcomic) – Harshey’s! (hypothetical fatty)

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PGP - Joey and Al - Hypothetical Fatty Take Two SB1

As a former smoker and nebbish reader of medical literature long ago in a land far away, where I fancied becoming a neurologist…

I must say that I do not condone it.

Medical School is terrible and produces self-important shills for the pharmaceutical…o that’s another post (and seriously go to Med School – unless you don’t want to) but yes…. Smoking is bad. Tres bad. You’ll feel like you’re drowning as you die after just one fag and you’ll smell like garbage too! After just one fag! Seriously though despite the hyperbolic anti-smoking propoganda’s silliness…SMOKING IS BAD…Quit…don’t start…

That nebbish guilt subdued…

A couple of beers though. That’s vital. That vitamin B!

PGP – Joey and Al – Thrift (Webcomic)

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I like to doodle while I listen to podcasts in the morning. I definitely had a hiatus with doing that for a bit so it’s kind of messy at the moment. I draw in the Blitz style I learned from a book I picked up around 2006 when there were still bookstores.

PGP is an acronym for Post Grunge Punks. I actually am not a huge fan of the genre but feel that it places my age group and mentality in proper chrono-phenomenological (yes i am that pretentious) order.

Thrift shopping at places like Goodwill is popular in the states among trendies and this is loosely based on an experience I had. I feel that comics are a great medium for getting across skit style points. Hope you enjoy. And Happy New Year!

PGP - Joey and Al - Thrift

PGP - Joey and Al - Thrift SB2

PGP - Joey and Al - Thrift SB3

PGP - Joey and Al - Thrift SB4

The script for those who couldn’t read my caffeinated chicken scratch:

Alan: The Chavs need this Joey.

Joey: Buhh…I want it what are Chavs?

Alan: What are you gonna do with a mid 90’s toaster, commune with Thom Yorke via breakfast.

Joey: I want that toaster Alan and…what? Chezz?

Alan: I guess I fell asleep watching Top Gear again.

Joey: Yea BBC America was on when I came in.

Alan: How drunk was I?

Joey: No Nookie… and you kept talking about the anglo-zionist conspiracy.

Alan: I was David Icke drunk…shit….

Joey: Dude I never know what you’re talking about…Why should the chaffs get my toaster?

Alan: Because you’re a daddies money arts student and I’m a first generation immigrant living a Bohemian lifestyle you’re middle class and I would be too if I cared to castrate myself.

Joey: What?

Alan: We don’t need this junk! Chavs need this junk your mom gave you a toaster and bought your books, this is the only toaster Chavs can afford.

Joey: But it’s cute! And beige! And has the little chrome strip and I want it. The chaffs can get their own! What are Chaffzzz anyway….!

Alan: Chaffs are people who like soccer, boozing, swearing, and have low future time orientation!

Joey: I like soccer and booze! Orientation… are chavs gay? You shouldn’t pick on people Alan…my professor…

Alan: Looks at Joeys shirt and his face is lit by a brooding realization.

Joey: What….don’t look at me like that Alan!

Alan: “Nevermind” Said hurriedly as he hands her the toaster.

Joey: I’m so confused…

Thoughtbubble: Oh shit I’m dating an east ender.