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Stiky and Sticky - Paranoia in USA?

Hey folks.... Long time since Stiky bugged Sticky and I bugged you :) Here goes. The return of Stiky and Sticky :)



P.S: I am now gonna try and make Stiky and Sticky a weekly strip. Watch this blog space for every week's Stiky and Sticky fun :)
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  1. AnonymousApril 15, 2009 at 4:50 PM

    Comic strips eh? ... nice nice...though i vote for a name change... 'Icky and Sticky' :)
    And whats with calif? You should be in atlanta... House breaking is a ritual. If you're lucky, you might even land a 'bullet through the temple'!

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  2. Vinay VijayakumarApril 15, 2009 at 5:39 PM

    Hmm a name change wud make the first strip in the series meaningless :D ... I can introduce another new character named Icky tho :D....
    I am in California :D Y wud i be in Atlanta? :)and I totally din get the bullet through the temple thingy :D

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  3. AnonymousApril 15, 2009 at 6:54 PM

    Hehe ... 'Bullet thro the temple' means 'getting robbed at gunpoint'... btw u must be wondering who i am... Sarang

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  4. Vinay VijayakumarApril 15, 2009 at 7:25 PM

    lol man...... I sure din knw tat one.. :D and initially I did wonder who..but I visited ur blog (a very nice one mach) and figured out da :)

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