I once saw a group of girls lined up, flashing their tramp stamps as if they were something to be proud of. They're called TRAMP STAMPS. Use your fucking head. It's like bragging about your gonorrhea.
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An online cartoon chronicling one artist's exploration into the underbelly of his once quiet Southern-Canadian town - Leamington.
Leamingtoon, what's it aboot?
This comic is basically me dicking around with all the things I've seen during my stay in Leamington - 8 long years and counting. Although it's basically a huge inside joke, the material found on it can, I believe, be applied to any region. Basically, the only difference is that since it's a small town, you get a whole variety of cliche people hanging in tight groups, mere feet away from each other. This allowed me to observe several subcultures in action at once, and sometimes even saw them interact with one another! Crikey! In big cities where the sheer number of people is overwhelming, many simply stick to their guns. I know because I go to university in a fairly big city where you're unlikely to meet the same person twice. However, in Leamington, it's cliques and groups up the ass. I've led an exciting life, indeed.
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