Comics from 5.30 AM
[[A succession of unrelated and completely random panels]]
Man 1: It's 80's night at the club. Wanna go?
Man 1: There is no Tuesday.
Man 2: Jack the Ripper or Jack Black?
[[The second man in this panel is holding a glinting sword]]
Man 1: You crashed my helicopter!
Man 2: Verily!
[[A small figure is talking with a larger figure]]
Figure 1: Basically, neither of us have shins.
Figure 2: Over and out.
[[Two men are shown: one with three arms, and another with just two. All arms have round appendages at their ends]]
Men: shitshitshitshitshit
Men: shitdaylightsavings
Men: shitshitshitshitsh
[[Two figures with pumpkins (carved with faces) for heads]]
Figure 1: You're out of ointment and out of time!
[[A diagram of a right-angled triangle, with a theta at the smallest angle]]
FUCK THE COSINE
Man 1: Does being a mermaid for five minutes make you gay?
Man 2: I hope so!
[[A man is holding a gun to the head of another]]
Man 1: Barbershops are for pussies.
Man 1: My hair is bleeding.
Man 2: [square root]3
[[Man seems to be walking on the ceiling]]
Man 1: Bachelor party!
[[Warning sign with picture of spider]]
WARNING: STRETCHY DEATH
{{title text: The eighth panel is my favourite}}
Warning: this comic occasionally contains strong language (which may be unsuitable for children), unusual humor (which may be unsuitable for adults), and advanced mathematics (which may be unsuitable for liberal-arts majors).
We did not invent the algorithm. The algorithm consistently finds Jesus. The algorithm killed Jeeves. The algorithm is banned in China. The algorithm is from Jersey. The algorithm constantly finds Jesus. This is not the algorithm. This is close.