Comics and Criticism
I read that Cheech and Chong reconciled recently. Which raised a few questions.
Obviously, the guy suffers from trollucinations. And that’s just the guy in the red shirt.
Even though Lydia didn’t sleep with her husband for 37 years of marriage, she really did have a randy past. Now that she’s setup her own webcam, she can start sucking in the Japanese Yen.
Ninety percent of waking hours spent looking at internet porn? That seems a bit ludicrous. In my experience, the number should be somewhat higher. I’m also sure there’s some guys out there who like to give 110%, because that’s just the type of competitors they are.
Fortunately for the Whizzit protagonist, he happened upon John Phillips’ grave. I can only assume he’ll be on Oprah next week to discuss it.
As a man who’s worn a monocle many times, it definitely takes balls to pull off a look like that. But cock?!?
The nurse seems to think it’s strange that Lydia was “trapped” in a sexless marriage for 37 years. The nurse obviously doesn’t know Lydia very well. Plus she must have never been married.
I do like how the artist, Phllyis (sic) Ruggerti, juxtaposes the geese flying south for warmth and life and Lydia being wheeled north to her eventual death.
I actually watched 17 straight hours of the Jerry Lewis Telethon thing weekend, because really, where can you find such fine entertainment these days? At one point Jerry got quite agitated (well, at several points) and cursed on live television about helping the “goddamn sick fuckers.” That reminded me of this Dinosaur Doctor.
