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Clinton Robert Labombard 
 
[2006 April 19]
Bier Suppe was originally supposed to be an ashcan-sized publication. Mel would mail these off to people all over the world... well, not many, but enough to get it out there. There weren't many responses, but that gave me the idea to turn it into a webcomic, so I began hounding Mel until she finally gave in. If this comic manages to draw enough popularity we'll begin publishing it again.

*an ashcan-sized comic is basically a small comic, about the size of an 8x11 sheet of paper folded in half.
 
 
 
M.A. Labombard 
 
[2006 April 20]
Ha. popularity. Don't set your hopes too high. We're not exactly rich and successful, and the only way to gain popularity is purchase it.

Also, This is a WEBCOMIC, which means that the core audience is primarily "twixter". To the average "twixter" the word "accomplishment" applies to something OTHER people DO, and the twixter sees their job as telling those who accomplish what losers they are for accomplishing.
 
 
[Transcript] - Toro sneaks up from behind Rudy and snags him on the ass. One of the vultures says, "Hey, wasn't he here last year?" Toro lifts Rudy up on his head (which doesn't make a lick of sense, but hey, it's a freakin' webcomic) and another vulture comments some non-sequiter, "Yep, we gotta fast learner here."

"Live food-chaser is hunting outside of the pack. That in itself has stupid written all over it." The other replies, "What can you do, but sit back and enjoy?" Toro leaps forward with Rudy holding firmly onto Toro's antlers.
 
 
       
 
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I feigned death. She had me right where I wanted her. She slowly crept up to me like a cat on a mouse and pounced on me like a kangaroo on a piece of sod. I grabbed her from behind and she from my front as we clenched each other together in an embrace as hard as two butt cheeks in a prison shower room. I checked my notes. I scribbled that one off and continued. She was coarse like burlap, I was soft like a kitten. ...reverse that. I hadn't shaved in several hours and my beard stood out like a hot rock in the snow. Okay, that's unlikely. Hot rocks tend to blend in with the snow which is why it took me so long to recover them. I still got paid, but I was late and she was early. Too early. She was early like a virgin damsel on top of a dragon. I like it that way. I knocked her out and took a smoke break. It was late and I didn't want to miss the Tonight Show.
Rudy and Toro met last year. When he was hunting varmints in the tall grass of an open field, Toro left Rudy in critical condition. It seems like a lot of trouble for a few pounds of jerky, but Rudy also figures it's only fair to return the favor.
And really, isn't that the sum of all things? You can only fool yourself into believing something has been changed, so what's left to do but sit back, relax, and enjoy the show? Well, the knots were certainly reminding me of that, but with a big meaty fist attempting to merge with my skull relaxing and enjoying the show was a bit difficult. It was like being pounded by boulders thrown by an enraged mother-in-law. Like an ant caught in a rain storm. Like all the times I'd been paddled in school... well, no, I take that back. Ms. Horshfield was one fine woman with... not like that. Not like that at all. This was more like being broadsided by a semi with a thing for small japanese cars. Like being slapped over and over again with a large log. Like being sprayed with a high pressure hose... yeah he spits when he yells. This is gonna be a long night.
Sticks. Sticks can be your friends, they can be your enemies, but just like the good book says, "It's a stick."