• Christopher Robbin crept out from the shelter of the hundred acre wood to remind us of this cinematic abortion

• Ed Eck sends presidential missives involving moustaches and massive bathtubs

• Ninja-bot proceeds to kick out the jams with a bevy colored Octobees. Send us your submissions for glittering prizes!

• Will we never be free of the disturbingly sensual Orangina Octopus? Le Roi’s sucker mark laden tip indicates not.

• Dominic reminds us of the dangers of drug use with comics

• Concerned with the results in Iowa, Tim correctly points out that there is only one real choice for president

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Mutter Museum [Thanks, Steve!]

By now, all of the ectodrooglings have seen our triumphant first salvo into the respectable print medium: the broadside.

Our xeroxed b-sides have been taped to countless telephone polls, where they have quickly transformed into mushy, unreadable pulp. What omniscient mind can count the number of drunk New Year’s Eve revelers that, taking a break from barfing and booyeahing to visit the toilet, have found their minds edified on the nature of toxoplasmosis even as they micturate? For that matter, how many hobos have wiped themselves with our pompous musings? Three? Four? One thing is clear: the b-side is a triumphant symbol of ectomo’s value as a whole.

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