In October of 1977, the Sex Pistols released their one and only album aptly titled “Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols” and punk rock started it’s climb from clubs to mainstream radio and record sales. Today’s comic title is very apt if you check out the lyrics… “Problem, the problem is you…” And working for the TV Studio is THE problem. Now to see how Bud and the gang handle this problem!

I will have FOUR updates this week, Monday through Thursday. This starts a multi-part mini-arc that is going to wrap up the Road Trip. Also, when the comic posts on Thursday, that will be number 300. Now 300 seems to be a mile marker of sorts for webcomics, so hopefully it’ll be something special. I didn’t realize we were coming up on the 300th comic until in an interview I was a part of lately someone mentioned their comic was pushing 300 entries, and 1977 is about as old as that comic and what do you know, we’re hitting 300 this week. Let’s see how the next 300 go!

It also depends if this week goes better than last. Briefly, last Sunday, my oldest son’s 12 year old car broke a ball joint, smashing the axle, front brakes and front wheel at the same time. Lovely sound. The expense of fixing it was WAY more than the car was worth, so it was recycled. THEN, Tuesday my second son spun out in snow storm and bent the crap out of his front left wheel and tie rods. There went his Christmas money and then some. THEN driving my van home from his job, AGAIN my second son has a flat tire on my van and smoked it real good as traffic on the tollway on Christmas Eve refused to let him over to the shoulder. I came and got him then I waited for the tow truck. $350 later, the van is fixed just as the tire place closed Christmas Eve. THEN I get home only to find that our Wii has decided to crash as well. The sucky part is my second son had purchased Wii Fit for the family to use! LOL! We had also bought my oldest son a Garmon GPS for his car… yeah, the one in the junk yard. But, despite all that Christmas went well for me and I think this all funny (well, now, I was not a happy camper Xmas eve…).

My sons make me happy even though they’re at that age where they’d just assume kill each other. Boys… 🙂

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