Oh dear. It looks like Mr. and Mrs. Stickman have been fighting again. This is what happens when you marry someone just to please you parents, kids. Looks like Mrs. Stickman has found Sticky’s stash of porn. Run kids! Don’t get between a man and the dump truck with 300 gigs of thirty second snippets on it!
Doesn’t look like that porn is coming back. Sticky seems to be handling it well. Or…not. No no, Stickman. You can’t push your wife off a cliff. Look at all those witnesses. Someone surely would report you.
There’s a better plan. Hit her in the head with a shovel and bury her somewhere no one would EVER look. The backyard. Wait, maybe that wasn’t the best idea either.
Too late to turn back now Sticky. You’ve done the deed and now you have to cover your tracks. Quick, put the body in a trash can (haHA! revenge) and get her down to the sub-basement. Ooo, karma. Kicked in pretty instantly didn’t it? Reader, you saw nothing. NOTHING. *sidles off*
-Lady of Odd
Oh no. It looks like spending several days in close quarters with his extended family has driven Sticky to drinking again. For a while, alcohol turns Stickman into a lover.
Eventually, between the beer and the salt water, Sticky has to go. But Alcohol makes toilets into a strange and devious creature. Let’s give him a moment to figure it out.
Unable to alleviate his bladder, Sticky becomes belligerent. Finding an outlet for his frustration and rage wherever he can. He’ll show that toilet who’s boss.
Not to worry. This must happen a lot because the rest of the Stickman family has a plan. He’s strapped in nice and tight. Now to just mop up the puddle, wipe away Sticky’s tears and wait for sobriety.
Post By: Lady Of Odd
Ah the holidays! That time of year when we travel hundreds of miles to see family only to remember why we moved away in the first place. For Stickman however, travel to his grandparents can be dangerous.
He’d travel by car, but the gas pump contraption is beyond his cognitive skills.
He’d travel by boat, but the choppy seas going up and down, up and down, up and down….bleargh I made myself nauseous. Where was I? Oh yes, vomiting is strictly prohibited, so boats are out.
Guess he’ll just have to hoof it. Over the river and through the woods and past the treacherous snow covered peaks. And all for a poorly knitted sweater that smells like moth balls. Godspeed Sticky!
Posted By: Lady Of Odd
If a picture is worth a thousand words, I have to imagine that for Stickman, at least 998 of those words must be “HELP”. Poor Stickman gets the shaft. Whenever an Oddly Specific sign needs a scapegoat to get its point across, he’s their man. It has to be the most thankless job in the world…next to these guys.
Stickman has been ripped in half by an extra from 10,000 Leagues Under the Sea
He’s been callously left on an unstable hot tin roof
Subjected to extreme chiropractic measures
And he’s even been mocked whilst trying to find a moment to weep for his lot in life.
But no more! We here at Oddly Specific salute you, brave artistic representation of the human form. If you see Stickman in a compromising position, snap a photo and send it in. Let him know you care.
-Lady of Odd
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