Okay, Time To Bust Some Balls
I am particularly proud of how the third panel of today’s comic turned out. That was fun to draw. Although I am annoyed that I spent 15 minutes drawing Lady Ashe’s boot only for the God-damn sofa to cover it up. After a week of late updates I am happy to report that, despite time wasted drawing superfluous boots, the strip was finished on Monday night. I can also promise (but reveal no details at this point) that I will have made it up to you by the end of the week. Watch. This. Space. Watch it! I saw you blink. You weren’t watching.
All right, with the niceties out of the way it is indeed time to bust balls. Hold on to your pants.
It’s spelled ‘yeah’. With an ‘h’. Y-E-A-H. Not ‘yea’. ‘Yea’ is a word though, bucko, as in “he said unto the woman, Yea, hath God said, Ye shall not eat of every tree of the garden?” (and it’s pronounced ‘yay’).
So if you fuck that shit up you’re not saying “Yeah, you’re right,” you’re saying “Yay! You’re right,” and you sound like a little girl. And nobody wants that. Not even little girls. Don’t do it. Remember — ‘h’!
(‘H’, by the way, it pronounced ‘aitch’, not ‘haitch’. I swear to God I am going to kill somebody.)