It’s been a while since your old pal Wes has appeared in a comic, but here I am again in Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #56! And while it might seem funny, the actual spam e-mail on which it is based is no laughing matter — but it is plain wrong. Sure, I’ve gotten tons of spam messages with images, and lots of them have contained pretty lewd content, but this was a genuine charity e-mail, as one of the things Mercy Ships does is remove tumors and stuff for people who can’t afford the operations. Great. But don’t send me unsolicited photos of people with five pound tumors on their faces (and goodness don’t click that link unless you’re prepared to be grossed out). It’s one thing to bug me with perverted shit I probably don’t want; it’s another thing entirely to try to guilt trip me into donating money by making me want to vomit. I mean it actually mentions that the thing has a “putrid stench” — fucking disgusting.
Incidentally, I drew up the comic based on the subject line alone, since I didn’t view the e-mail until afterwards, out of curiosity. If I’d looked at it first, I probably would’ve been too busy cleaning spew out of my keyboard to draw the Hot Flash. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
haha, you did a real good job on the expression on his/your face. Funny stuff.