I actually started reading this, to see how much I could take. I figured "I have read tons of shitty ass webcomics all the way to the end, I can handle this." I was wrong. I was so horribly wrong. Jack is edgy by nature, the art is rough, but the story manages to carry it. Two Kinds is bland and seems to exist solely to pander to fetishes, but it is not as bad as Kit 'n' Kay Boodle. Kit 'n' Kay Boodle is a level all on its own. The art is terrible, the writing is even worse. But what attacked my sanity the worst, and forced me to quit reading for my own sake, was Kay's mother (whichever the female one is). It started off simple. Occasionally she made an appearance, nothing too odd.
Then came the little IRL story arc where the author talks about how he and his wife had to help her mother out of the bathtub because medication issues. He actually bothers to illustrate all this. And how he took the opportunity to examine what his wife's mother's pussy looks like. And compares it to his wife's. I was pretty creeped out at this point, but it got worse. Then came the IRL arc about how his wife's mother admits to masturbating to the two of them having sex. We aren't at bottom yet. THEN came the IRL arc of them having sex together in front of her mother, while she masturbates.
The mental scars will never fade.