Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Friday, July 18, 2014
I'm out of the country, and I don't know how frequent my internet access will be. So I drew these backup comics over the last couple months and am in the process of getting them to auto-post once a day in my absence.
We're in XKCD's universe, now. Goodbye, faces.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
Sunday, July 13, 2014
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Cocaine: you'll never want to stop.
Cocaine: so good, you'll sell your grandma's insulin just to get a fix.
The CIA: "How were we supposed to know the Taliban would be bad?"
The CIA: Seriously, overthrowing democratically elected governments when they feel like it.
Friday, July 11, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
"Wait, no," the sign said, too softly for the passing car to hear. "Actually, I'm feeling really lonely, here. It would be nice if you could stay a while..." The sign looked up and saw that the car was long gone. "...Oh."
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
"Now, as you come out of general anesthesia, I want you to think about what would be cooler than having two arms and two legs. And OK, do you have it pictured? Because unless you were thinking 'a full set of transplanted tentacles', our head surgeon's idea was better."
"Look, everyone. He's speechless. Congratulations, tentacle boy!"
Monday, July 7, 2014
Through a cruel twist of cosmic fate, the crash-landed extra-terrestrials' cries for help in their native language sounded almost identical to horribly offensive insults in the Brazilian Portuguese spoken around their crash site. Before the misunderstanding could be cleared up, an interstellar war was begun.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
The exits were sealed. The lighting was low. Snacks and drinks adorned the tables. Milton felt himself begin to sweat. Things were about to get friendly in here.