Five Thirty

Title text: The 8th panel is my favorite

[edit] Explanation

This explanation may be incomplete or incorrect. If you see a way to improve it, edit it! Thanks.

At 5:30 AM, one sometimes comes up with things that seem like nonsense later.

[edit] Transcript

Comics from 5.30 AM

[A succession of unrelated and completely random panels.]

Cueball: It's 80's night at the club. Wanna go?

Friend: There is no Tuesday.

Cueball: Jack the Ripper or Jack Black?

[Cueball in this panel is holding a glinting sword.]

Friend: You crashed my helicopter!

Cueball: Verily!

[A small figure is talking with a larger figure.]

Figure 1: Basically, neither of us have shins.

Figure 2: Over and out.

[Two men are shown: one with three arms, and another with just two. All arms have round appendages at their ends.]

Men: shitshitshitshitshitshitdaylightsavingsshitshitshitshitsh

[Two figures with pumpkins (carved with faces) for heads.]

Figure 1: You're out of ointment and out of time!

[A diagram of a right-angled triangle, with a theta at the smallest angle.]

FUCK THE COSINE

Friend: Does being a mermaid for five minutes make you gay?

Cueball: I hope so!

[The friend is holding a gun to Cueball's head.]

Friend: Barbershops are for pussies.

Friend: My hair is bleeding.

Cueball: √3

[Cueball seems to be walking on the ceiling.]

Cueball: Bachelor party!

[Warning sign with picture of spider.]

WARNING: STRETCHY DEATH

No comments yet.