Does wandering sometimes lead to popping out of place?
Does wandering sometimes lead to popping out of place?
I stood on the edge of it all, a lone figure against the storm, contemplating the grim series of events that had led me here. The trolley problem, they called it. An ethical dilemma turned deadly reality. I had solved it the only way I knew how - with a bullet. The man responsible for tying all those people to the tracks was finally dead. It was over.
I feel that a non sexual comic from oglaf instantly gets +1 to funny just because you are waiting for the lewd, only to be punked by a normal joke.