A few days ago I thought I had the perfect idea for a comic: Broseph Stalin. You can imagine how upset I was then to find that not only had Broseph Stalin been done, it’d been done to death. Not only is there a Broseph Stalin meme, there’s also a Broseph Stalin comic. There goes all my material about the dictatorship of the broletariat.
In case you’re not following, a ‘bro’ is essentially someone who uses Brut cologne, wears visors indoors, reads Jesus Is My CEO, and somehow gets all the ladies, while Stalin… do I really have to explain who Stalin was?
So Broseph Stalin will have to be laid to rest. Oh well, at least I still have my character Uncle Rasputin.
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