My Organs and I Try to Read the New PIC Stuff
KC: Can everyone shut up for a second? I'm trying to think about good ideas. HEART: If we just believe in ourselves, the art of writing will come.
KC: Can everyone shut up for a second? I'm trying to think about good ideas. HEART: If we just believe in ourselves, the art of writing will come.
BRAIN: People who enjoy dick and fart jokes have ADHD and make goldfish's memories seem photographic. Face it, no one remembers you.
JUNK: We’re downloading and watching porn. For as long as possible. Hours and hours of it. BRAIN: Don’t you think that’s just a tad bit wrong?
JUNK: Yeah, why don’t we get a tattoo above me that says, “I’m open for anything.” KC: I don’t think that’s the message we want out there, because, um, we’re not.
BRAIN: The last Saturday we went out with Eddie, we stayed out until 8 in the morning! It fucked up our Monday! Do you really want to do that again? KC: Yes.
Our hero and his Organs ready themselves to enter the shower for some "adult time." Everyone is excited.
My Organs and I are back, writing about writing an "Organs and I" column. How meta, or postmodern or whatever.
Brain can't understand why Korean kids don't like to laugh at farts, and Fist would just like to get a few swings in to control the classroom. Fortunately, KC is in charge.
Rewind the clock an undisclosed time when KC and his Organs only knew 15 years of life and attended Catholic high school, and Junk's boner was out in force.
KC and his Organs chill by themselves in his Seoul apartment, the Bomb Shelter, on a Friday night. Deprived of a weekend night out, Junk gets all kinds of ideas.
For a long time, KC didn't own a computer in the Republic of Korea, so he watched a lot of Korean TV. Here's part of the adventure surfing through weird programming.
My Organs and I live, work, and play in the Republic of Korea (the ROK). Contrary to popular belief, Asians can party. Especially Koreans.