You know how dangerous rabbits can be… especially the ones with big sharp teeth. Run away!
There’s a comic WAY back in the archive where Lorraine snaps their agents hand in her buttocks as he tries to grab her ass. Once of those comics I would love to redraw someday…
Anyway, today I will be East Bound and Down heading into Boston as an invited guest to a reunion of sorts for the old rock band Fanny. They’re recording two tunes for a documentary coming up and I’m going to photograph the sessions for posterity (an appropriate word for today’s comic). Needless to say, I will be very busy the next 4 days and will not have a comic up on Monday. I will post some photos of myself with the band. If there’s a bass handy, I’ll at least act like I’m playing with them. Taking a guitar on an airplane these days is sheer suicide for the instrument, so I’m leaving my 40 year old bass at home this time. More on this come Monday.
I know, this song is NOT from the ’70s and the group really does not have a ’70s tie-in either, but damn, it’s a great song for today. So, ignore this is from the ’80s and rock out with some Georgia Satellites.
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Lorraine still has the BEST JOB EVER !!!
I mean it seems that she’s prepared for any type of danger to her body, right ? 🙂
Bunny butt projectiles are what won WW II
I have to say it, these two are looking friggin sexy.
“Keep Your Hands to Yourself” is a good choice for today’s strip, but in my Head I’m hearing “Tails of Brave Ulysses.”
(and yes, I know it’s really “Tales.” I don’t care. The song has “naked” and “ears” in it so that’s what I hear when I see Lorraine in a Bunny outfit.)
You have a 40 year old bass? I felt old because I’ll be celebrating my 38th birthday this year. Now that I know someone has musical instruments older than me, I don’t feel quite as bad about my age.
Buns of steel, nothing! Those are buns of titanium!
“I know, this song is NOT from the ’70s and the group really does not have a ’70s tie-in either”
Ah, but the Satellites were pure undiluted *essence* of all that was great and joyful in the Seventies! Like the even-later-flourishing Black Crowes (and, from Australia, Jet) they personified what I’ve always called “the spirit of ’72”.
I am SO jealous! I came to Fanny-dom late, but how I love them!
The guy who pinched my bunny tail five years should be thankful it was I and not Lorraine she’d never let some one give her the pinch least she gets crabby as in grumpy. Though as a flower lady my employer was able to keep the dirty old men at bay saved my little round rump.