Chris Brown Loves Rihanna is never coming back. There was maybe 6 minutes last year where I though about making one comic for nostalgia, but that was back when CB got that neck tattoo and it didn’t seem like Rihanna was going to do the clearly sane thing and take him back.
Anyways, I’ve been making these videos of me torturing my neighbor, Paul, with his roommate, Sam. It’s pretty mean spirited, so I figured you children would dig it.
Check out the first few episodes here.
Available at Urban Outfitters May 1st.
Anonymous asked: Why does Rihanna not look like Rihanna?
That is on purpose, actually. I drew Rihanna kind of sloppy and never touched her up because I always though that for some reason it was less mean if she didn’t look like the real Rihanna. I’m sure she still would have sued me if she had ever heard of this comic.
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This is the first comic I’ve drawn since I quit CBLR and this will also probably be my last MS Paint webcomic for a long time considering I’m not a cubicle monkey anymore. Enjoy?
![In honor of Black History Month, I’m officially retiring Chris Brown Loves Rihanna.
No, not really. I mean, yeah, I’m retiring CBLR, but, no that’s not why.
You guys know I love pranks. What I fully intended on doing was making CBLR #100 a video, specifically, a behind the scenes look at the CBLR tv show that’s coming to [Adult Swam] in 2011. Then I would have made a fake smear campaign, Mothers Against Chris Brown Loves Rihanna, and then that fake woman’s fake ex-husband would have launched Fathers Against Mothers Against Chris Brown Loves Rihanna. A big, high concept prank that would have probably gotten press and whatever shit.
The truth is CBLR became really un-fun to make. Like existential-crisis-un-fun. I’m glad people liked it and appreciated my weirdness, but CBLR was not the fucking Beatles, nor was it even a good webcomic. I’m putting my efforts in better places and I think you’ll thank me by the end of the year.
My advice to you, if you are a prestigious half-asser like myself, is dick around and make bullshit, but don’t let it become your claim to fame. If Chris Brown Loves Rihanna had actually gotten a tv show, I probably would have drank myself to death underneath my cubicle. Sincerity over irony, people, it will bring you this thing called, self worth, that is seriously lacking in the world of entertainment.
Also, since people always asked, CBLR had 2100 followers at it’s peak. BOO YAH, MOTHERFUCKERS!](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lfyck3KMc11qagqgio1_400.png)
In honor of Black History Month, I’m officially retiring Chris Brown Loves Rihanna.
No, not really. I mean, yeah, I’m retiring CBLR, but, no that’s not why.
You guys know I love pranks. What I fully intended on doing was making CBLR #100 a video, specifically, a behind the scenes look at the CBLR tv show that’s coming to [Adult Swam] in 2011. Then I would have made a fake smear campaign, Mothers Against Chris Brown Loves Rihanna, and then that fake woman’s fake ex-husband would have launched Fathers Against Mothers Against Chris Brown Loves Rihanna. A big, high concept prank that would have probably gotten press and whatever shit.
The truth is CBLR became really un-fun to make. Like existential-crisis-un-fun. I’m glad people liked it and appreciated my weirdness, but CBLR was not the fucking Beatles, nor was it even a good webcomic. I’m putting my efforts in better places and I think you’ll thank me by the end of the year.
My advice to you, if you are a prestigious half-asser like myself, is dick around and make bullshit, but don’t let it become your claim to fame. If Chris Brown Loves Rihanna had actually gotten a tv show, I probably would have drank myself to death underneath my cubicle. Sincerity over irony, people, it will bring you this thing called, self worth, that is seriously lacking in the world of entertainment.
Also, since people always asked, CBLR had 2100 followers at it’s peak. BOO YAH, MOTHERFUCKERS!
# 97
# 96
Recap:
Chris Brown was handed the key to the internet by a weird, tentacle-ghost-thing that looked an awful lot like Rihanna. Moments later, the internet broke and Chris Brown had to swim his way through a sea of error-laden web comics before drowning in a sea of pixels and webdings. When he finally reached surface, Chris Brown saw what the internet actually is: A dog and a cat, connected by wires. Chris Brown saw the bleeding keyhole and inserted the key to the internet, however the directions for how to use the advanced technology were very vague.
Having selected “soup,” the internet bequeathed a horrible moan as a green light shot out of every orifice, consuming the entire internet with its cry. When the light cleared, the internet had turned into a Puffin and the web comic dimension was fused with “the Real World.” As the arctic bird ravaged both worlds with his Google Chrome Cannon, Chris Brown was whisked away by Dom DeLouise in his eccentric Nissan Altima. Dom explained that he was sent to protect Chris Brown from their mutual enemy, Rihanna, who had rigged the soup versus salad trap knowing that no one ever orders a salad.
Dom DeLouise was then brutally assassinated by Susan Sarandon before he could reveal his “internet 2.0 secret”. With everything going to her plan, a different Rihanna, hand drawn in pencil, commanded Sarandon to release her “Rihannataur.”
I am 6 years old.
