Stick it in the What burst, fully grown, from the head of a thunder god one fateful day in January 2012, as a row of guys in red, hangy costumes played those really long trumpets like they do in the movies. Since then, its members have dedicated their lives to the promotion of immature humor in all its forms, all while maintaining chiseled, rippling bodies more akin to wolf than man.
Andrew practices kung-fu every moment he’s not drawing comics, editing videos, eating hot-dogs, looking at pictures of baby animals, or sleeping, which he does, in that order, always. He's still really good at kung-fu though, so back off.
Jake doesn’t own a backspace key and heew, ah, damnit. I knew i shoudlntg hgave started typ0ing with these hot irons in my eytes!! EYAAAAAAAAAHFGH.
Enough about him, Matt wants to hear more about you! Nay, you’re more than a mere Internet Plebeian now, you’re a distinguished guest of this site! Matt hopes this serves as a valuable distraction from “real world” duties to serve your insatiable lust for amusement. If not, feel free to shout your inflammatory comments and degrading epithets our way.
Bronx-bred, but currently inhabiting your internet, Jonesy strives to tickle your funny bone. Not literally though, because we all know that nerve is less laughter inducing and more massively uncomfortable to mess with. If you laugh at his jokes, he’ll leave you alone. If not, expect some aggressive ulnar nerve prodding in your near future.