owch
Tracy said:
it hurts until it doesn’t anymore.
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lived, written and drawn by me. guaranteed 95% true.
lived, written and drawn by me. guaranteed 95% true.
Tracy said:
it hurts until it doesn’t anymore.
15 comments | trackback |
Ms. MM said:
6:28 PM
XD I got my ears pierced because I got an awful haircut at about the age of seven or eight and my mom felt bad for me.
nan said:
7:47 AM
My mother would have died before she’d buy me a bra–of any kind let alone purple. (Now, of course, I want to know what Gail’s mother was/is like.) It can’t be that the biographer in me is just plain curious…
You’re touching everything we feel when we’re young. Well, almost
jordan said:
12:46 AM
i love it! good story!
bboy said:
10:13 PM
Do you still have ‘em?
In 1990, my BF had one pierced. He was so proud of it. He had many tee shirts that had ‘random’ holes in them — but there was alway a hole in tee shirt to show of his nipple piercing. He had a captive bead.
Great story. I love the “vagina friendly” badge!
Floflo said:
3:16 AM
très très drôle. I love the the tattoo scene. Can’t wait to read “la suite” ! Miss you.
Elizabeth said:
2:05 PM
I went quickly through Owch and it really made me laugh! Especially the tattoo scene with your Mom.
lo said:
1:19 PM
Very funny — when did i stoped asking permission ?? Ouhm i’ll have to
really think about it (mind you i never had my ears pierced, nor my body
tatooed, nor pierced it in any way ! Such a docile daughter - boring)
I think i started smoking (”philip morris bleues”) and lost my virginity at
13 (didn’t ask for permission) and started all kind of drugs at 19.
nanC. said:
10:22 AM
Great comic! I love the NYC scene with the “Tracy, you’ve been
staring at yourself for an hour” line!
adam said:
8:10 PM
My grandfather would take my brother and me to Capital Toys, a giant toy store with shelves that seemed to reach the ceiling, and let us buy anything we wanted, except toy guns. We’d wander the aisles, unable to decide, and he’d get grumpier and grumpier. Finally he’d say, ‘for christsakes! choose something and let’s get out of here,” and then we’d rush madly through the aisles and grab something.
bboy said:
4:44 PM
Grandparents didnt let me do anything!
On grandma came after me with a shovel when I was picking flowers in her garden at age 4.
The other warned me to stay indoors because there were homosexuals roaming the streets of her neighborhood.
You had it real good in my opinion.
thmper said:
11:17 AM
owchy! good installment. i have a baby girl now and when she grows up a bit i’m SURE she will be wreaking havoc in her mom’s closet — and making us laugh. thanks
11:00 AM
I actually never had a Miffy cake but that’s the one i would have wanted Dennis. glad you like my comics!
Janet another friend of mine has a grandmother who kept flowers inside her bra so she’d always smell good.
Janet said:
6:34 PM
My grandma always kept candy in her purse. When we’d go out she’d wrap rolls, egg rolls, anything that could be wrapped in napkins from a buffett she would stick in her purse. She also kept paper towels in her bra and get them out as needed for runny noses or what have you.
Dennis said:
2:50 PM
I love the Miffy on the cake and the balloons! ^^
Personally, I never dared to let anyone shoot my ears ;o)
*love your comics!!*
Seraphim said:
1:05 PM
If a person wants to sleep well they should ignore almost everything that parents, school teachers, doctors, government, papers, and all other authorities say. That makes life harder but very pleasant.