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freaking hate stoners who think they so much better than their dealers. i want vengeance to rain upon them but i know the world is not just
Y'know, I think a wise man once said
"There's no cure for being a cunt".
That applies very much to these dudebros.
I really hate this fictional group of dudes. I hope they never get weed ever.
May they remain un-stoned for the rest of their natural lives!
"May they eat at McDonald's and be happy in heaven." -Ursula Le Guin
I read that as "dildoes", and yes.
Bro nation is annexing the hipster culture, hangouts, and aesthetic, and I fucking hate it. Memorial Day weekend here in Austin was the worst.
Yeah, but it's never hard to tell who's who. They can wear what they want and listen to whatever they want, but posers will always show through.
Hmm, that is a saddening development… I will make it better by pretending that "Bro nation" is a single person named that.
One group of insufferable, arrogant pricks is being infiltrated by another group of insufferable, arrogant pricks? Sounds like a national fucking tragedy.
The one kind punch you and stuff though. The other just bore you to death with their opinions on everything.
Or, y'know, maybe it'd help to define social groups by something besides ambiguous generic code words.
And the whole fire escape comes crashing down… now…. NOW!!!… Now?
These guys are the real fun fuckers
I am all out of sympathy for these assholes. Will needs to call up his "repossession agents" Samuel L. Jackson and John Travolta.
"Do you know who we are? We're associates of your weed deliverer Mr Will Leblanc. You do remember your weed deliverer Will Leblanc, don't you?…"
"Weed Deliverer" is a totally official title 😀
"…And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy Will LeBlanc. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon you!”
Boom goes the brosters.
So, he is a dealer that works for a boss, right? Why didn't he just tell them, "You realize that you now have a drug lord to deal with?"
“Bro nation is annexing the hipster culture, hangouts, and aesthetic, and I fucking hate it.”
Don’t kid yourself. The gap between hipsters and bros was never that big to begin with.
Maybe someday, with the help of nostalgia and John Williams excellent score to Raiders of the Lost Arc, Wil can look back on the events of this storyline fondly.
Making smoking weed feel uncool should really be classified as a hate crime. Fuck these guys.
Be cool, man. They're not worth the anger.
You have to be pretty stupid to make enemies with someone who knows where you live, and then let that person escape, and still think you won some kind of victory. These guys are in for a rude awakening.
Ha! Will has the last laugh. Between the bikes at the top of the stairs and the knackered fire escape, they're partying in a death trap.
Suckers.
Even if it doesn't actually catch fire, they won't be laughing at the next safety inspection.
Throwing bottles, now. Fucking CLASSY, guys.
I don't know how much there is to say in response to this beyond "man, I fucking hate these brosters". At least Will is out of there more or less intact (though I'm sure his pride is in tatters).
Will withdraws under cloak of night to hatch a stunning revenge.
Or not.
I could see this segueing into Will showing up on Hanna's doorstep, saying he's done with the weed trade, followed by a long introspective chat while baking.
Will is unlikely to have a "boss" to deal with these guys, but he can at least pass the word among the local dealers.
Certainly calling the police would be uncool, but how about calling the fire inspectors?
As it seems unlikely that these guys are home owners, this would likely only hurt/cost the landlord.
Actually, Will does have a boss. He explained his situation to Marigold a few years back in the arc where she accompanied him at work for a day when she (briefly) wanted to be a drug dealer. It's not clear if his boss is the kind of guy who would punish these bros with violence, but he does exist.
Edit: Wow, that arc was more than five years ago. I didn't even remember that the strip had been around that long!
Man, this is hard to watch/read. I can only hope we're being set up for some kind of sweet-ass, cathartic moment of vengeance. I'd settle for even a small one :c
Not sure, but I don't think it'll happen. I bet Will has to eat his comments about living out a fantasy: he's had this devil-may-care "job" that doesn't exactly have a ton of long-term potential other than bullshit and mediocrity or violence.
MenachemSchmuel called it.
Will's backpack-of-weed seems to have cushioned will's: upper body, + head, + neck, when Will fell on the pavement. 🙂
This is going to be a fun speech at a wedding.
"One time, Chris and I refused to pay for weed, had our many buddies beat the shit out of the dealer, then we threw bottles at him as he tried to get away! But seriously, never change, you two!"
Man, Will is having a terrible night. Glad to see I'm not the only one thinking his boss might want to pay these assclowns a visit.