shut up joyce sexiness is fun also used just to attract a readership: jokes, good art, storylines, reliable update schedules…
Sorry, Joyce, but while you might not have any experience with sex at this point, I’m pretty sure your brain will still try to furiously to fill in the blanks best it can.
Remember a few days ago when I said I’d allow myself some credit for maybe sticking the arrow pointing upwards on purpose because all that credit would get taken away later? Yeah. Here we go. To everyone in the world […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
BUTTS DISEASE Hrm. Joyce’s subconscious is apparently aware she’s in a webcomic.
…wait, was this where Joyce coined the term? Hrm. Maybe. Hey, Wack’d? Anyway, this was during my “sex is shameful and we should stop talking about it” phase, obviously.
It was actually a pretty big deal to have your own computer back when I was in college. Like, you were high-falutin’. I managed, but my college computer wasn’t as hot-to-trot as Joyce’s allegedly is. Check out the “TC 3000” […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Help Me Harlan was a college newspaper advice column written by some affable dude that apparently didn’t run on Tuesdays. What ran on Tuesdays was The Sexpert! The only thing I remember from The Sexpert was a poor young lady […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Oooh, let’s scope out the contents of Sarah and Joyce’s respective corkboards. Sarah: Angry eyes. Some sort of scribbled word. What appears to be Beef’s head in a sauna. Muscled hulk. Joyce: Teddy bear. Her own face.
Sarah, you were doing so well until that last panel. Bad, Sarah, bad!
This exposition was legitimately helpful back when this was running in the fall semester following summer break, I imagine. Especially to, y’know, all the new freshmen. I’m sure they were starving for backstory. Starving, I tell you!
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