And who decides who is weak? I think my boss is weak, so can I hurdle him?

Stickman, you so crazy! Everyone knows that the only thing you feed a saltwater crocodile is a hand, and a clock.

Good Friday to you readers! We’re still on the trail of our dashing hero Stickman from last week. It seems he and his LadyStick are going to take their three day weekend and spend it at the beach! How romantic.

Coney Island is a beach?

Oh…oh come on guys. On the public transit? Seriously you two have no shame. I’ll be glad when this honeymoon period is over. Let’s just skip ahead. Where’s the fast forward on this thing?

Boardwalk closed for repairs.

Ha! That’s karma, that is. When you’re too busy committing extreme acts of PDA you miss out on the important details. Like the fact that the wood you were walking on had the same give and consistency of a wet sponge. Now LadyStick is all wet…not like that, you pervs.

Warning: Strong Current

Wait. I thought Coney Island was the beach. This looks like a river.
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PAY NO MIND TO THE PLOT HOLE BEHIND THE CURTAIN.
Anyways, looks like she’s floating away. That’s the thing about princesses; the constant saving.

Karma uses Migraine Attack!

Don’t come crying to me Stickman. You wanted her; now you have to go get her. Or not. I mean, it’s not like it’s a written down rule. More…expressly implied.

Will Stickman chase down his soggy lady love? Or will he rise above the princess trope and leave her to her fate? Tune in next Friday to find out! And remember readers, if you see a wild Stickman please report him to me at LadyOfOdd@gmail.com

-Lady Of Odd

Good Friday to you readers! I hope the week is winding down nicely for you. It would seem this week’s Stickman has run into a bit of luck. A lovely LadyStick is in need of rescue and his just the dashing rogue for the job.

Stickman has been granted a quest.

Wild Stickman Catcher: Alison I

Oh a quest! Those are always fun. What trials must Sticky overcome to find his lady love? Monsters? Dark Knights? Thorn encrusted castles?

Stickman says, “Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your hair….aw crap.”

Wild Stickman Catcher: Torsten E

Looks like his trial will be a test of…Upper Body Strength! LadyStick is trapped in the highest tower with no door or stairs. But she also is non-responsive or lacking ridiculous lengthy tresses. Don’t pout Stickman. Get climbing!

Five. Hours. Later.

Wild Stickman Catcher: Elizabeth H

No Stickman! I know it was a long climb but choking her now will only make your effort in vain. And you won’t get your quest reward. Besides, she’s good looking enough. Give her a kiss.

Quest Reward Unlocked!

Wild Stickman Catcher: Sandra F

Oh..Oh dear. Look away reader! Get a room you two. o_O

Tune in next Friday for the continuing adventures of Stickmen In Peril. And remember readers, if you see a wild Stickman please report him to me at LadyOfOdd@gmail.com

Salutations, reader! Sorry, my son has been reading Charlotte’s Web in school and I was just dying to use that word. Anyway. When we last left Sticky, he’d fallen down the rabbit hole to Wonderland; only to be rescued by the dashing Mad Stick Hatter. And thus begins their perilous journey home. Miles and miles and miles….

Stickman is exhausted. Lose two days.

Through the dangerous snake filled ice caverns. Day and night. Until finally the Hatter relented and got Sticky a bicycle so he could keep up with the fancy shoed horse.

Stickman is low on bullets.

Wild Stickman Catcher: Clint S

That’s unfortunate considering our intrepid adventurers have come across one of many Wonderland monsters. Don’t ditch the bike you fool! Peddle faster!

Stickman has a broken leg.

That’s what you get for panicking. Now you’ll never out run that spontaneous tornado. Wait, what’s that Hatter? Wonderland has co-opted Oz’s transportation? Stop running Sticky, that tornado just wants to hug you and take you home.

Stickman has reach Oregon! Congratulations!

Wild Stickman Catcher: Jess S

Phew. Back in the…relatively…real world. And with a new skill to boot! Shake those hips, Sticky.

Tune in next Friday for the continuing adventures of Stickmen In Peril. And remember readers, if you see a wild Stickman please report him to me at LadyOfOdd@gmail.com

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.

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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