Anonymous Asshole: I'm posting this from a Macbook Pro, should I be proud or embarassed?
Mike: I don't care who you are. You're dead to me.
Anonymous Asshole: dude, give me a break. The Win7 laptop is in the living room and the powerbook was next to the bed.
Mike: Holy crap, dead people can speak!
Anonymous Asshole: Don't you often hear the deathly whispers of the many souls lost in your cavernouss ass hole?
Mike: Only when I take off my pants.
Anonymous Asshole: I think Greg's real name is Ping Pong.
zombie_batch: Man, I had to setup a Mac the other day. What a POS OS, kept reminding me of this http://encyclopediadramatica.ch/images/9/97/Macfagswinfagslinuxfags.jpg
Anonymous Asshole: What does that have to do with the comic exactly?
zombie_batch: Who are you? the On Topic police? oh wait, you're some jackass who can't read the comments above. Fuck off appletard.
zombie_batch: Sorry! iTard is the correct term. http://yfsgt.com/
Anonymous Asshole: You just wish you could feel the smooth skin of Steve Jobs' balls (from the chemo) slide softly down the back of your throat as he howls at the Moon.
Mike: I don't care who you are. You're dead to me.
Anonymous Asshole: dude, give me a break. The Win7 laptop is in the living room and the powerbook was next to the bed.
Mike: Holy crap, dead people can speak!
Anonymous Asshole: Don't you often hear the deathly whispers of the many souls lost in your cavernouss ass hole?
Mike: Only when I take off my pants.
Anonymous Asshole: I think Greg's real name is Ping Pong.
zombie_batch: Man, I had to setup a Mac the other day. What a POS OS, kept reminding me of this http://encyclopediadramatica.ch/images/9/97/Macfagswinfagslinuxfags.jpg
Anonymous Asshole: What does that have to do with the comic exactly?
zombie_batch: Who are you? the On Topic police? oh wait, you're some jackass who can't read the comments above. Fuck off appletard.
zombie_batch: Sorry! iTard is the correct term. http://yfsgt.com/
Anonymous Asshole: You just wish you could feel the smooth skin of Steve Jobs' balls (from the chemo) slide softly down the back of your throat as he howls at the Moon.