Sorry this is late! My fault. Loaded the cartoon at Patreon all wrong, and pushed it back here in order to keep my promise that Patrons get ’em slightly sooner than anyone else.
On the other hand… you get a Thursday cartoon!
Sorry this is late! My fault. Loaded the cartoon at Patreon all wrong, and pushed it back here in order to keep my promise that Patrons get ’em slightly sooner than anyone else.
On the other hand… you get a Thursday cartoon!
Shoes are… not a good award.
Unless you’ve somehow won some Nike and Hoka sponsored race where they have to give you decent shoes in your own size.
And preferably in your own choice of color, ’cause some running shoes look like they’re designed to make drivers on the road swerve to avoid you in case the clashing colors somehow ruin their eyesight or give them acid flashbacks.
The Crazy-Ball game did look a bit like a clown riot, from a drone’s point of view- or from a nervous and well-funded SWAT-team’s point of view. I’m not saying anything political about “These Unprecedented Times” either. I’m just saying Crazy-Ball doesn’t look civilized.
It’s not SUPPOSED to, is it?
Also, there’s Jalepeno, and Habanero, and Ghost, and a half dozen other pepper names that came out of the ‘hot pepper’ craze a while back. I’m thinking ‘Nuclear Pepper’ could have or should have been one.
A well a everybody’s heard about the bird
B-b-b bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, well the bird is the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody knows that the bird is the word!
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a
A well a everybody’s heard about the bird
Bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird, bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a don’t you know about the bird?
Well, everybody’s talking about the bird!
A well a bird, bird, b-bird’s the word
A well a bird
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Oom oom oom oom, ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, papa oom oom oom
Oom ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Ooma mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa a mow mow, papa ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
Papa ooma mow mow, ooma mow mow
Look! I managed to wedge a whole bunch of names in there, and cast doubt on whether TSOJ even made it to the lake part of the race.
It’s cruel, yes, but… Nothin’. It’s just cruel.
Food jokes. They’re just too easy. These days, you can make jokes about meat, about eggs, about veggies, about cookies, about beans, about processed stuff, about raw stuff… truly, the freedom we have in the opportunities to laugh at our own consumptions is truly amazing. There are no food groups, no diets, no allergies, no preferences that cannot successfully be made into some kinda gag. Gag. Pun intended.
I like ice cream.
And it gives me gas.
Hilarious.
The Farmer’s Market people know who their customer base is, and it isn’t someone who’s trying to win a race. Cowboy-Hat-BBQ-Sauce-Man will tell ya, you play to the people who are peddling by and see your county-famous tomato-based banana-pepper marinade and grilling sauce who are gonna slow down long enough to make a purchase. You gotta wait until those hot, tired, sweaty, defeated folks ride by before you’ll sell a few quilts or gourd bird houses or organically farmed leeks and pickled peas.
And WE know that very few of the bikes will have baskets, and very few of the racers will have wallets. So we’ll have to wait until the Farmer’s Market people discover that for themselves.
How do you like ol’ Docta Pain, leaping out of the canoe and back into the bike race?! Nice, right? She’s got spunk. And probably a weapon, somewheres on her. I wouldn’t wanna find out.
And that Kara Biner, she’s really moved into the role of leader of her team, and not just a hotdog who needed backup. ‘Cause that role is taken by another competitor in the ‘Fest.
Speaking of other roles being taken…
You didn’t think Mr. Biner would be unaware of his powerful voice, didja?
You didn’t think he wouldn’t be crazy proud of it or anything, wouldja?
You didn’t suppose that Kara doesn’t just love her daddy for his unique, ear-splitting ability, shouldja?
Mr. Biner has issues. We know this.
He also has some skills. They don’t often get used, what with having limited application in a world that hasn’t become apocalyptic yet, but they are skills nonetheless.
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