Libby Sk8er Girl

Libby Sk8er Girl

Libby Sk8er Girl

No. 98: “The Weird Belly Button One”

Libby Sk8er Girl No. 98

Created by Brian T. Sullivan
January 11, 2023

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Don't you hate it when your witch friend from another universe comes and casts a spell that accidentally transfers your cute, perfect, identifiable navel onto her weird, bizarre stomach? I mean, sure, Sherry's hot as hell…but only for someone who's drawn with irises and sclera and ultimately hails from that comic, and she definitely doesn't deserve my Platonic ideal of a belly button. (Actually, the Platonic Ideal copied the design from me!) But also, what's so interesting about belly buttons anyway? Like, they're just these weird scars that everybody has, but—as this comic might indicate—it looks weird if you have too many or too few…even in drawn form!

You know another weird thing? The way that some things sound more interesting than others. Like, you could say, "a lady fell from a ladder, which was situated on an uneven surface, while climbing down from taking Christmas lights off of a tree," and that would be like, "Oh…That's sad…How about nachos for dinner?" But, if you instead said, "This one gal fell out of a tree the other day," you'd have everybody's attention, no doubt about it! It is arguably less accurate (Assuming the first one is an accurate account of the events), but definitely more intriguing. That's why you call it a hook, because it hooks you in and makes you want to know more.

Unfortunately, there's no more to know. The lady is okay, and her loving, helpful, perfect son came and sat with her, to make sure she wasn't concussed or anything (because a gently used bachelor's degree in neuroscience makes you qualified to look up the symptoms of a concussion on the Mayo Clinic website, just as well as anybody else who's literate and not a fucking dumbass). One thing that I want to know, however, is how funny it would be for someone to sell their degrees…Like, not so much the idea of somehow selling your knowledge to someone else in a way that you lose it or something…because that sounds CREEPY! No, what I mean is like, what would the product descriptions be? Like, would a communications degree be someone charging WAY too much and claiming that it's "RARE/LIMITED EDITION" (when it clearly isn't)? Would a degree in computer science ask buyers to disregard the Cheeto stains? It's something that would be interesting to know…but not actually, because all of the jokes about different degrees are stupid beyond belief and the people who make them consistently look like elitist ass-turtles. It doesn't mean the commentary doesn't have an ounce of truth, but it's still dumb.

People are dumb. I hate people. Some people steal your belly button with magic and then just say, "Don't worry, it usually wears off." That's the sort of thing people do. Lots of people do that. I'm done with people…Well, at least until next week when I start craving attention again!

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