It’s raining a wardrobe! And perhaps a car part or two. The neighbors must be getting pissed about now. Actually I was originally going to do this from the neighbors window, but getting the neighbor, a window, and then our gang in the frame of the window as stuff rained down was loosing the impact of the joke, in my opinion.
In 1979 Pat Travers released a live album, as was mandatory in the 70s it seems, and today’s comic title became a radio favorite and a minor hit for him. Travers is a blazing guitarist that never quite got the proper shakes in the music business. A trend, perhaps?
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I want to thank everyone for their great comments on Friday’s comic. I was quite pleased with the participation and the ease in which everyone told their story or point of view. I’ve said it before, but I have the best readers in the business, so you all can take a small bow… just make sure your boss isn’t looking.
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Discussion (17) ¬
At least it wasn’t the tire 🙂
The great things about cartoons… the laws of physics are often broken. The blast would have put Bud and Jeff on their butts too, but hey, who notices that stuff… um, like everyone…
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Nice one, Byron.
Of course, the girls have yet to examine all their partially melted nylon underthingies. What use is a bra or a thong with absolutely no elasticity? We must be shown the full unexpurgated vision of them venting their wrath on the boys!
Years ago one of my friends thrust a starter’s pistol into the crotch of another friend while they walked along a railway embankment , then pulled the trigger. This had several effects:
Firstly, the victim’s lovespuds were driven violently upward to somewhere in the region of his elbows (a starter’s pistol discharges the flame from the *top* of the gun, not the barrel). The victim, only newly in the grips of puberty and quite sensitive as a result, reacted in the time-honoured fashion by screaming, curling into a ball and then rolling down the embankment into a drainage ditch where he lay groaning for about 15 minutes.
Secondly, the aggressor laughed so hard he lost his footing and ended up in the ditch too.
Thirdly, once the pain had subsided and the victim could limp he two miles home, he discovered his jeans had been carbonised beyond recovery and now had no crotch, and that his nylon underwear had melted and fused with his pubic hair. A second round of screaming was then undertaken during the inevitable underpantectomy.
About a week later, the first “friend” fired the damn thing inside a small shed we were performing some potentially lethal experiment with molten lead in, deafening us both for about an hour and cracking the shed windows. A quantity of molten lead was also thrown violently upwards with complete disregard for any bare skin it might land on as a result of the surprise noise happening right at the moment of decanting.
Shortly after that the bloody starter’s pistol got confiscated by his mother and we all breathed easier.
Had my pubes been fused to my underwear by an idiot with a Starter’s Pistol, at first I would want to pound his balls flat with a sledgehammer… then as I calmed down, an exacting revenge would take place. I am a FIRM believer in “Don’t get mad, get even!” I am the KING of this statement as many a foe has found out the hard way over the years. Sometimes, success is the best revenge and at my prime in the business world, more than once I had a former foe looking for a job/work/business from me as I coyly smiled at them.
Never burn bridges… or ‘nads for that matter… as you never know when that person will come back around in life. A hard lesson to learn.
BTW, you’ve lead an exciting life yourself… do I see a comic version of you someday appearing? Just saying… 🙂
“The Steve Diaries”! And of course you have to draw it 😀
yeaaaaaaaaaah girly underwear falling from the sky! – I knew I would see that someday 😀
A few tidy-whites too, but yep, mostly the girl’s stuff. The girls will get their revenge sooner or later, I’m sure…
Were the whities discolored from the blast or previously?
I was wondering if anyone would think the lines floating above the underwear would be “smelly” or “smokey” lines, and you’ve answered my question! I will leave it to your imagination as which it is…
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Oh, that was great. I could practically feel the clothes when they landed. 🙂
Looks like one of the boys finally got to sit on Lorraine’s face. If only by proxy 😛
I’m glad someone noticed that! I chuckled as I drew them on her face… 😉
Best woming… evar!
I gotta get a reference book or something on Onomatopoeia words… or I personally use really hard to spell sounds…
Oooo! A “twit” about this comic. Who would have thought of that…
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