563 | Sittin in a Tree

I feel that i would be remiss if i did not say this…..

i did not say much before because this page caused me to see something shiny in the deep hole that is my mind. so i decided to go spelunking and discovered a treasure trove of joy,…and some callus’s of pain and suffering drowned in the sands of time.

ahh, memories,..the junkyards of our minds are full of them. when you go for a stroll down the paths you often find yourself stopping to look at an old decoration hanging from a rear view mirror or maybe a hood ornament that just seems to call out to you, or maybe a badly mangled truck that makes you wonder how you walked away.
you often find yourself wandering around for what seems like hours before someone pats you on the shoulder and you scream like a little kid then hit the ceiling and hang there like claude the cat off a loony toons cartoon.

and BTW,…Al-Asrad, there is no such thing as 2, only 0 and 1.

*smiles* it’s bout time naveed got some love.

You sure it isn’t really an ace of spades with wings? lol

I second that compliment! This is an amazing story, though I feel sorry for the readers who started in 2003. ^_^ I can’t keep up with comics longer than two years. 9 years is a little less than HALF my age. haha.

O.o Really? I think it’s like watching Hitler and Bin Laden make out. I’m sure Io sees it in the Zap! universe equivalent.

Zap’s falcon could also be interpreted as a stylized 1.

oh noooooo he had a crush? i didn’t even notice. let me hug him and protect him omg the poor thing