Sometimes it can be difficult for normal people to really understand the depth of my humor, so i can relate to ol’ Freddie, here.
Don’t forget I’ve got a dumb Twitter account, @EIEcomics, so you can keep track of my strip a little bit easier.
I don’t usually reblog but, this guy. This guy over here.
I did a guest comic for my friends over at Fredo & Pidjin, which can be found over there!
And while you’re there, be sure to check out their own comics, which are consistently awesome. :]
I stroll along the Seine, looking upon the posh and glamour of Paris’ wealthiest districts, on my way downtown to a club so exclusive and luxurious that even to name it here would be to risk losing membership. Upon growing tired of walking, I casual stop by the local car dealership and purchase a Bugatti Veyron with some pocket change that I happen to have on my person. This is, of course, only to drive to the local private jet dealership, where I acquire the aircraft on which I make my way to the party.
My landing demolishes three 15-foot-tall marble statues (hand crafted by Renaissance masters), as well as the a good portion of a nearby wall, and gift the panicked property owner a special edition golden-cased iPhone 7. The only contact on it is the office number of my enormous team of highly experienced lawyers, with whom he may negotiate the settlement.
I walk up the club entrance, which, with detailed silver engravings and somber velvet curtain, is in equal parts ornate in and subtle. At it stands a brutish-looking fellow in a full three-piece suit and gold-rimmed Dolce & Gabanna sunglasses. He raises an eyebrow as if to question my identity, as I am not yet a member of this club! But this is no issue; I need only to present my card…
…and all is understood. He now knows my status, as does everyone else in the establishment’s star-studded attendance. Only a select few can boast savings of up to 15% on 6-packs of Top Ramen at Big Y, and I am proud to be among them.