They has only been at the fair for an hour, and already Melissa had to break up three fist fights, all senseless brawls sparked by her meatheaded date's jealous streak. It was getting ridiculous, not to mention embarrassing.
"But you saw how he was looking at you!" Clive fumed, constrained now, yet still eager to continue his assault on the bloodied heap of a man lying crumpled on the grass.
Melissa was forced to explain things again to him. "The poor guy was just reading my shirt. I told you this was going to happen. I don't know why I even agreed to wear the stupid thing. I must have been temporarily insane."
"He was checking out your tits. Just like it says not to!"
"But you have to look at my chest to read the message. It attracts more attention than if it didn't say anything. Look at how small the words 'at my' are. You have to really focus on them."
"I know what it says- it says not to look at your tits! I bought the shirt. I can read," Clive declared with pride.
It was going to be way easier to let him think he won this little argument. Melissa capitulated with a sigh. Frankly she was getting frightened by his combination of dim-witted-ness and swift brutality. She was going to have to use all her wiles to come up with a way of dumping him that didn't involve a trip to the emergency room. Lost in thought, she didn't see the brewing storm ahead.
Its really sad to see a girl get embarras from her dim-witted boyfriend. Why can't the boyfriend be in peace and understand what his girlfriend is trying to say about the difference between BIG and small. Above all this is a good story. Nice job woot :)
Hmm... I'm torn about the thicker ink style. It makes your work look a bit more... cartoony than usual :\ but still, it's good to see some variation - it's why I like your hand-drawn comics and sequences so much. And of course it's good to see you back and drawing *at all*. :)
Obviously, the ideal solution is to turn the dim-witted boyfriend into another hugely busty girl. One less obnoxious, dim-witted boy, one more busty cutie. *Nodnods.* All works out in the end.
Well, I'd be screwed. I have a bad habit to stare at people anywhere, big tits or no. By the way did you do something different Woot? The lines seem thicker than your earlier pics. To be honest, it looks a little cruder than your earlier work. It's still better than whatever I could draw though, and the story as usual is good. Keep it up!
Solution: Print a shirt with Tubgirl, Lotus Breast, or Goatse on it. That'll stop guys from staring. Most of them, anyways. I'm immune. :D
Also, irony is the use of words in a manner that expresses something other than their literal intention. The statement "I find Galactophilia sexy in the milky way" is ironic because common thought process would associate the "Galacto" part of Galactophilia with the Milky Way, used later in the sentence. However, the irony is that Galactophilia is actually the fetish of abundant lactation, which is aptly described by the same phrase later in the sentence.
tl;dr: That's not irony, it's intentionally coincidental hypocrisy!
I feel so sorry for her. Not only is her boyfriend an idiotic jerk, if and when she dumps him, she can't play the field cause every boy in town thinks her boyfriend's gonna kick their ass if they look at her.
Also, I noticed this part in the second-to-last section "She was going to have to use all her wiles to come up with a way of dumping him that didn't involve a trip to the emergency room." That implies that if she dumps him, he'll beat her so hard she has to go to the hospital. If that should come to pass, I doubt he would live out the remainder of the week.
The irony is that contrary the shirt's message, it's meant to attract attention to the chest, not away from it. However, Clive took the message at face value. Therefore, the irony is lost on him (but not on her, or the rest of us).
Doesn't help that the words 'Stop' and 'Tits' are bigger, and can therefor be read from a distance far better. To the casual viewer they may just read 'Stop! Tits.'
"But you saw how he was looking at you!" Clive fumed, constrained now, yet still eager to continue his assault on the bloodied heap of a man lying crumpled on the grass.
Melissa was forced to explain things again to him. "The poor guy was just reading my shirt. I told you this was going to happen. I don't know why I even agreed to wear the stupid thing. I must have been temporarily insane."
"He was checking out your tits. Just like it says not to!"
"But you have to look at my chest to read the message. It attracts more attention than if it didn't say anything. Look at how small the words 'at my' are. You have to really focus on them."
"I know what it says- it says not to look at your tits! I bought the shirt. I can read," Clive declared with pride.
It was going to be way easier to let him think he won this little argument. Melissa capitulated with a sigh. Frankly she was getting frightened by his combination of dim-witted-ness and swift brutality. She was going to have to use all her wiles to come up with a way of dumping him that didn't involve a trip to the emergency room. Lost in thought, she didn't see the brewing storm ahead.
"Hey pal- what the fuck you lookin' at?!"