Don’t Call Me Shirley
Video games are one of our greatest possessions. In fact, for many of us geeks, video games are an integral part of our identities. Which is why we strive to take care of them, cuddle them and tuck them into bed when they are sleepy.
Ok, maybe not that last part.
None of us three have kids (yet!), so we can’t imagine the struggle that most be to protect your geeky possessions (like your toys…I mean, collectibles) from the hands of a toddler. Any of you have horror stories of scratched disks or dead consoles due to the hands of a five-year-old? Fess up.
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July 18th, 2010 at 10:22 am
The events that happened in Macho Grande stay in Macho Grande!!
July 18th, 2010 at 8:11 pm
This strip reminds me of a day that a cousin I love a lot came to my home with my uncle and my grandpa and took all my original StarWars figures, ships, my precious DEATH STAR and all my recent but loved G.I.JOE figures. Remembering that day a tear comes to my eyes,LOL.
July 19th, 2010 at 8:05 am
Lets just say peanut butter and electronics don’t mix… Just ask my dead region free DVD player
July 20th, 2010 at 12:16 am
Cats are probably better than toddlers, although I know several five year olds that take more care of their games than their parents ever will. Makes one wonder who is the grown up