And so this storyline concludes. Guitaron lives on, but forever altered. I’d say that’s the closest The Paul has ever come to really getting a mark in the win column, as his efforts actually destroyed the original Guitaron, though I’m sure he never thought he’d wind up not only with a blast of Metal explosion in his face, but a significantly lighter wallet, as well.

I just like to show every now and then that sometimes the women of this comic strip are just as nutty as the men.

It’s hard for me to help other people buy computers if they don’t really know a whole lot about them. This is because I find myself wanting to push better hardware on them, even though I know they don’t need it. I guess I just want to live vicariously through them; perhaps slipping into their houses late at night, unaware, to see how their computer handles World of Warcraft. *cough*

Funny thing is, days after I finished this comic, I found out my co-worker Allison loves Nerds. …The candy, not the people.

So Mario rides Yoshi into a bar. The bartender says, “Hey, where’d you get that thing?” Yoshi responds, “Brooklyn, they got ‘em all over.”
*rimshot*