Is Spuddy really going to...
die?

Could our favourite self-aware, carbohydratey-goodness-filled tuberous root really be next in line for the GCW chopping block?

YES.

Please note that I drew this cartoon wayyyy before I had my tarot reading (see Andrew's Boring Life in March), so it's not like I'm suddenly becoming all psychic-astrology-mystical-Hogwarts-voodoo-superstitious on you or anything. I just had to introduce the fact that Spuddy was gonna die somehow. So now that you're all waiting for him to use his GE-legs to kick the bucket, I can torture you with teasers where Spuddy doesn't die. [[-:{

Today's Quote:
Most people think life sucks, and then you die. Not me. I beg to differ. I think life sucks, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your wife leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you get remarried, you owe ten million dollars in medical bills but you work hard for thirty five years and you pay it back and then one day you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is paralyzed, you have to limp along the streets and speak out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and the power to talk and then one day you step off a curb at Sixty-seventh Street, and BANG you get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe. - Denis Leary