Comic: Rule 34

agent b on September 12th, 2008

Rule 34: “If It Exists, There’s Porn Of It”

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A Letter From Franklin Fister

the -minus world on April 3rd, 2008

Dearest Franklin,

We find you letter incredibly offensive. What is the deal with that hand writing of yours? It’s really quite poor. You should practice on some nice lined paper when you get a chance, it’s very helpful! Have you tried writing in cursive yet? You may find that the flow of the ink as your pen glides over the paper can be a relaxing and almost melodic compliment to your diction. Or if you simply aren’t cut out for the art of the written word, you can always pick up a nice type writer and get cracking on that sassy who-dunnit you’ve been kicking around in that witty head of yours for the last few years. A great place to be inspired is a nice local diner where the coffee pot stays on the table the whole time and the waitress has her hair in a bun. Just hammer away at those keys and make your dreams come true!

P.S. Your bed is wet because we took turns pissing on it, sucka!
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A Letter From Chico Christmas

the -minus world on March 20th, 2008

Hey Chico,

Thanks for checking the site and sending us your drawing!

Frankly, we’re amazed at the attention to detail you guys put into this costume. The high heel boots n’ spurs, the hairy shoulders…you even figured out a way to sew buttons into your actual skin, just like the real Link! I mean he does that all the time when he’s riding horseback on his way to a MENTAL INSTITUTION, YOU INSANE FUCK?!?!

We here at the Minus World Headquarters had a 45 minute debate as to whether or not the drawing had breasts or see-through pockets with tic-tacs inside them. Then we repeatedly gouged our own eyes until DYFS showed up and found your letter. There are probably far better ways we could’ve handled this situation but our current stability levels (which are floating around “hopelessly paranoid and misanthropic” thanks to this letter) kept us from doing things any smoother. Now the tears only climb back in when we cry. Merry Christmas, Chico!
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