Brace for bad news, friends.

In all likely hood, our regular readers won't be reading this, on account of having killed themselves because they couldn't live in a world where SnM isn't posting comics or blogs. It's been hard on me too, guys. My unfulfilled need, nay hunger, for comic funnies has left me neurotic and violent. I've been muttering nonsense to strangers and kicking family members in the face for various reasons (I won't go into it, suffice to say that a drop kick to the dome piece is an effective, if slightly immoral, method for silencing obnoxious children).

Two weeks without a new comic, and one week without the witty, hilarious, and profound blogs that my brain usually makes? What the fuck is happening here?

Well, it's like this. Season One is fucking over. It was epic while it lasted. Any minute now, we'll be tearing our archive of sexy comics off this disease ridden filth hole you call the internet. We're gonna compile them shits into actual comics and pass them out at elementary schools to encourage reading...and underage promiscuity, for the children.

But all hope is not lost. We'll be starting Season Two in the near future (read: as soon as we figure out how to get away with dicking off at new jobs and school). We'll let ya'll know when it happens, cause we love you and want to hold you and caress you until all your fears vanish into a cloud of happiness.

As a teaser for the future SnM, I'm gonna let you in on a dirty little secret. Skyler doesn't want me saying shit, but he's terrified (read: stroked himself impotent)of the internet now, so what the fuck does he know?

I'm just putting the finishing touches on the script for Iniquitus Sol, our next full length graphic novel which features your beloved SnM characters as they battle the apocalypse in a story so intricate and deep, it'll make Crime and Punishment look like your fat, ugly mother. This story has fucking everything: beheadings, jokes, sexual intrigue, demons, jokes, heaps of drug use, spaghetti, and even some actually intelligent and thought out philosophies.

But for now, I gotta go blend up some hot dogs, cause my whiny kid drinks food through straws these days. What a cute little scamp.