I’m getting sentimental and downright squee-ful in my old age. Cynicism and sarcasm are always the first to go. Followed quickly on stage by multi-chins, gut spillage and butt sag. And before you know it…
There go the pants.
I stole today’s headline from babareb over at comics.com.
Hammy could take this strip over in a heartbeat if I let him. Unfortunately, he’s like cartoon heroin. Too much and you’re on your back, comatose in a filthy Scottish walk-up while a baby in a soiled diaper hugs a stained Tickle-me Elmo in the corner (thank you Transpotting for that image).
Seriously kids, it’s for your own protection. Too much Hammy just leads to the harder stuff like My Little Pony and Princess Bubblegum from Adventure Time.
Or, God forbid, this: