It’s time for the running of the college students here in Boston. If you’re an old fart like myself, it’s best to stay indoors with your disaster kit and wait it out until they go on winter break.
Next Week: Fall TV Preview
It’s time for the running of the college students here in Boston. If you’re an old fart like myself, it’s best to stay indoors with your disaster kit and wait it out until they go on winter break.
Next Week: Fall TV Preview
One year after “Recovery Summer,” unemployment hasn’t budged. And it’s increased if you count the millions who’ve given up. But another politician did something with his ding dong, so let’s cover that! Of course, with this cartoon, I’m contributing to the ridiculous news cycle I’m ostensibly deriding, and not as cleverly as Jen or Matt.
I don’t watch as much garbage TV as I used to, but I watch enough of The Soup to know what’s going on in Garbageland. If you’re a fan of the recapping reality shows genre, check out David Rees, Paul F. Tompkins, and Tom Scharpling‘s stuff over at NYMag.
Remember when I did a cartoon about baseball last week and hoped the Red Sox were as good as everyone was predicting? Haha. I’m a fuckin’ dummy.
Next Week: Weapons for the War on Drugs
I hope none of you are too snow blind to read this week’s cartoon. Perhaps I should have done a cartoon about Egypt, Tunisia, and all that this week, but those are complicated and depressing and not as dick joke-friendly as Valentine’s Day.
Next Week: Winterize Your Life
Some jokes about video games sprinkled with a touch of political bullshit.
Video games are fun and all, but if I had the space and money, I’d get skee ball for my living room instead. Tickets would be redeemable for beer in the fridge.
Next Week: Unemployment Survival Tips
The college kids are back in town, which means I’m getting out for the weekend.
Next Week: Islamophobics Anonymous
It’s the Friday before a long weekend, and I don’t think anyone’s going to be around. So I’m putting up this half-assed cartoon and sneaking out the door, just as the founding fathers did when they scribbled their names under Jefferson’s hard work.
Next Week: Bleacher Seat Bingo
Coco’s coming to the Wang Theatre in Boston this weekend, and what better way to celebrate than with a dick joke?
I’ll be at Friday’s show, after lubricating my laugh-hole at The Tam.
And pedantic perverts needn’t bother correcting my spelling of “coming.” Even if I wasn’t going for the double entendre, spelling come with a u is a stylistic choice made by porno graphic designers who are trying to save valuable magazine and DVD cover real estate for close-ups of va-ding-dong-ginas.
Next year’s graduating college class was born in the nineties. I’m an old fart.
I’m off for vacation tomorrow, but I’ll try to blog while I’m away. I’m bringing the tablet along in case I get the sudden urge to draw a dick or fart cloud for you people.
Next Week: 26 Cent Book Bin