Comics and Criticism
Remember 1972 when bathroom attendants everywhere wore blackface and did hilarious vaudeville routines like quoting cummings and refusing to cummings in a a white woman’s butt? And watching the premier of M*A*S*H and realizing that shitty show would go on for another 11 years and 4077 episodes?
Please don’t go. We’ll eat you up. We love you so. “And now,” cried Max, “let the wild rumpus start!”
Let er RIP Maurice Sendak.
At least on a porcupine, unlike the Capitol building, the pricks are on the outside. That may be the cleanest joke ever told on this site. Standby for some more “Cock ‘N’ Balls” to filth up the place again!
Today’s Vivisection raises a few pieces of trivia. Let’s see if you can use the clues to figure out the answers.
This Squiggles “Classic” is a thankful reminder that at least it wasn’t David Bowie who died.
Time for a touching RIP to remind us what we all have in store for future Valentime’s Day (Yes, Goddammit, I know it’s misspelled!). Hope you get some difficult brown chocolate for the holiday.
If we don’t stop SOPA then by the time the singularity occurs (and Vivisection is spot-on with their 2045 guess), you won’t be able to enjoy comics such as this one. I think I’d rather live in a Terminator future than that one.
Like our friends from Cock ‘N’ Balls, resolve yourself this year to eat fewer carbs. Where else can you get better health advice than from a Fat Head cock and whistling balls?
Somehow, I don’t think Jesus (or anyone else) is laughing at Mr. Keene in heaven. Which makes it just like earth for the past 50 years. Maybe the next Jeffysaurus cartoon should be a “Did you come straight to heaven?” question, followed by a circuitous route of cumming on angel whores. “Who skull fucked Anna Nicole Smith on the way to the pearly gates?” NOT ME!
