Hipster Fart Jokes

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The title says it all. My hipster-hatin’ is not as strong as it used to be, but they’re still fun to mock. However, since I was called a hipster by the New York Observer, maybe I am one and don’t even know it. As an experiment, I stuck myself in one of the panels to see how out of place I’d be, and uh, it’s a pretty good fit.

If you missed it over the weekend, here’s the link to my most recent NYT cartoon, which unfortunately has no farts in it.

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11 thoughts on “Hipster Fart Jokes”

  1. I can’t wait to say to my wife, “That doesn’t smell locally grown,” when she farts! That is gonna be sweet! Ha ha!

    It was worth the wait! Hooray for farts and all fart-related cretive endeavors, uh, oh yeah, except for anything related to Mike Myers. Hooray for you, anyway!

  2. If your marriage can withstand fart jokes, it can withstand anything!

    Mike Myers was once really cool. I think the combination of wealth and crazy caused things to go south for him.

  3. Dude, if my marriage can withstand our crazy god-damned CHILDREN, it can withstand anything. Fart jokes are like a warm summer breeze. So to speak.

  4. And also: that’s a fucking good one. I think I might even be a little afraid to say that to my wife!

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