I hope everybody wore the appropriate attire today; bloodstained hockey mask with a rusty meat cleaver and unwashed coveralls. No? How could you not be prepared for St. Voorhees' Day, the High Holy Day of Dismemberment? You could have at least pretended to drown at the bottom of a lake and opened your eyes menacingly seconds before the movie ends. Didn't you even think to schedule a knock down, drag out fight to the death with other child-murdering psychopaths with weird finger-knives and bad complexions? Where's your Friday the 13th spirit?

Two things: as of right this minute, there is approximately two days left on the Ugly Hill original figure auction. Ben worked hard on these, and the money is going to a good cause! Our pocketbooks! That's right, we carry pocketbooks. Nice ones. Also, if you'll notice, I've added several little buttons below the comic that will help you to read Ugly Hill more easily in the future, as well as share it with friends, family members, and your fellow child-murdering psychopaths.

Have a godo weekend, everybody. Haha, "godo". I'm going to leave that typo in there, because it tickles me.