Praying to the porcelain-goddess was something I did way too much back in the late 70s. The places I’ve hung my head would make you wanna, well, toss your cookies. Bill Cosby said it best when talking about puking after drinking too much “You’d swear your shoes had come out of your mouth…” Yes indeed.
Don’t often get to see the ladies the morning after, so here you go. Robyn does everything to the maximum! Oh, before someone comments about the ladies always going “commando” they’re just getting up, and I didn’t know too many women who slept commando (well, when sleeping alone). We’ve kinda covered this before, so this is a friendly reminder.
Today’s title can have several meanings. One, Bud has signed a deal with the Devil and ominous things are on the horizon. Or, simply you can see Robyn’s butt in the 3rd frame and it’s rising as nature recycles her beer. Also, this song is most commonly mistaken for “Bathroom on the Right” and we end up in the ladies bathroom Deep.
More TOMORROW as I make up for being an old fart over the weekend. Later!
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Discussion (20) ¬
1977, making vomiting look good for 32 years…
I NEVER looked that good in that position… 🙂
Am I a true sicko if I fell in love with the last panel or am I just another garden-variety perv? 😀
Not at all, George, it just makes you a normal guy. 🙂
Imagine having to draw and then ink that panel. Spent a little bit of time on that one…
😀
But…panel two and panel three suggest strongly that the bathroom is, in fact, on the *left*.
Already the standards are slipping.
Tsk tsk.
8^D
At a Christmas party in my 17th year on the planet I honked (UK 70s term for enthusiastic vomiting) into a working gas fire (the sort that had three white (not any more) ceramic elements that get heated to red-heat by a gas flame. Cold air is drawn in through louvers in the ceramic and rises by convection to emerge from the top of the device) after a night on super-strong flat cider (applejack – I drank a UK gallon of the stuff in a little under two hours). This ensured that the idiots who took advantage of my drooling drunkenness to feed me sugar cookies shared in the inevitable olefactory result of their perfidy. So intense was the experience that even when stone-cold sober I couldn’t so much as smell cider without dry-heaving for years afterward.
At college, a social group I was peripherally involved with awarded a chamber-pot trophy for the most impressive display of chundering (another 70s term). So valued did some find this award that one guy scaled a lighting gantry during an outdoor concert to add a 20-foot drop to his entry in the “contest”.
And they say humanity is doomed.
I KNEW you were gonna notice that… 🙂
Puking from a lighting gantry is not an easy task, so I hope that chap won! BTW, I cannot to this day look at broccoli with cheese as I once passed a batch of that up… ugh.
ha ha, that cosby skit is one of the best… “thank you toilet bowl. Thank you for being cool on the side. Only you understand me, toilet bowl…”
yes, even speaking as a straight check, nice job on that “rising moon”.
Straight “check”? Mine bounce a lot, but are usually straight…
Though I think you’re more of a “chick” anyway.
Yes, Cosby in his prime ruled stand-up comedy. Saw him once and it was pure joy, even though ALL the material I had heard before… something about his delivery that makes it seem new.
Facebook is for conformist, man. fight the power!
I saw a “Top 10” reasons why “old farts” like me are using Facebook.
#5: We’re no longer bitter about high school.
Wet my pants on that one… as it’s so true.
[Winning the Trophy] They gave it to him, declared him the winner-for-life and retired the contest.
The roadies were also very upset, but the contestant simply took up a defensive posture on the ground and blocked all their punches and kicks with his body.
Then the University Administration made a few comments about what people did with their time there and the whole disgusting thing was in the past, never to be resurrected (on pain of being “Sent Down”).
[Cosby] I once flew back to England for Christmas on Virgin Atlantic. This airline had a very enlightened attitude. They turned on the radio and distributed headsets before the plane was pushed back.
So.
I do what I always do and tune in the Comedy channel, and this time it’s a pisser: Bill Cosby (Chocolate Cake, Fat Albert’s Car, Natural Childbirth) and Peter Cook & Dudley Moore (The Frog and the Peach, Shakespeare, Talent Agent).
I plug my ears in and start listening to The Frog and the Peach, probably the funniest thing I ever heard. Then I got Cosby’s Chocolate Cake and I was gone. The whole nine yards. Hunched over like a goblin because I couldn’t get enough air to straighten up. Biting my hand, hissing laughter like Mutley, tears streaming down my face all punctuated by roaring indrawn breaths.
Everyone, and I mean everyone seated within sight or sound of me was madly dialing, trying to find out what was so bloody funny.
The seven hour flight just flew by.
aHahaha.
The two Cosby routines I love the most are “To Russell, My Brother, Whom I Slept With” and “Chicken Heart” I will piss myself no matter how many times I hear them.
I am sure Robyn is bothered by that…
The world could have exploded and I wouldn’t have noticed in that state. In fact, I would have LIKED the world to explode some mornings back then.
Robyn doesn’t take crap from anyone, and Bud will beat a hasty retreat for sure!
🙂
Lacking Facebook, yet I’m pretty sure the dialogue of the last panel should be something these lines:
Bud: I hear you are ablowing
Robyn: I know the end is coming soon.
Bud: I fear rivers over flowing.
Robyn: Blargh
Bud: I hear the voice of rage and ruin.
And the next panel would be something like:
Bud: Hope you got your things together.
Robyn: Hope you are quite prepared to die.
Bud: Looks like were in for nasty weather.
And SOMEONE finally came up with dialog to tie into the comic’s title! How cool is that? Unfortunately, I just saw this entry… Hmmm… I’ll have to work up an “honoray” winner prize, as this is pretty funny!
Now to remember to actually do the prize… 🙂