My next comic, “Dane Martin’s Gunnysack of Gags,” will be ready soon. It’s a 48-pg. collection of one-page gags and stories.
( gunny sack )
“angels in jerry cotton”
a poem by debbie duck
jesebelle told me a simple fact
down by the dry-it-yourself laundry lounge.
she took a drink of a diet tab and said to me slow,
“seventeen dreams from seventeen angels.”
“what?” i said.
“seventeen dreams from seventeen angels,” she said again.
“they will come to you nightly,
dressed in white jerry cotton suits,
sparkling with the crushing pain that comes with knowledge.”
“preposterous!” i said,
but, later that night,
i was visited by the first angel.
his name was syd huffman,
and he took me by the hand and taught me the difference
between a game of yahtzee and a game of “tough-to-swallow.”
he taught me the difference between cool spring water
and a removed testicle.
he had a dog named ashley and a heart named i’ve-had-too-much.
he expressed complete disgust with my life-course.
i told him i’d start over and pursue a noble career in assistant dentistry,
but syd took a bite of his soft pretzel and said,
“seventeen dreams from seventeen angels, kid.
sorry, kid; life’s grand.”
The animals might seem like animals, but they are not. The fences might seem like fences, but they are not.
Dane Martin and I are getting married in april so i’m trying out honeymoon notions
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“A comic is a poem and a joke at the same time.” –Babe Ruth
“C o m i c s” will be returning soon, maybe in the form of a daily-updated comic thing? Thank you for your patience.
“The future can be anything.”
– Professor Ludwig Van Drake
come to me and Dane Martin’s cartooning school! it’s a dirty hallway in the back of a chuck e. cheese
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A man with a thick Russian (?) accent ordered four pounds of olive loaf. After I was finished slicing the four pounds, he said, “You’re a good man, Charlie Brown” without a smile or hint of any emotion whatsoever. Then he left.
donnerpartyofone asked: What's the spookiest thing that ever happened to you? [a survey]
When I was in high school, my parents took me to a seafood restaurant in a small town in Michigan. After the meal, I entered the bathroom. A man was using one of the urinals. Unfortunately, he was not using the urinal properly. He was standing back from the urinal much too far, meaning his penis was fully exposed. This man was Roger Ebert. As we left the restaurant, I saw a car in the parking lot that had a vanity plate that read “ROZEBUD,” and the word ‘MOVIES’ was on a smaller sticker in the front. I knew it had not been a dream.