I don’t know who’s faltering faster, Nikki or Hubris.
…or who’ll falter faster if they get Margaritas.
I don’t know who’s faltering faster, Nikki or Hubris.
…or who’ll falter faster if they get Margaritas.
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Hubris can always go hide with Grover for a bit. If Grover and Gladys are preoccupied surely Hubris can find somewhere to sit out of the way.
Or since Bob still has Tweety with him, maybe go hide in the transport van for Tweety. Hubris can call in tomorrow, dead.
[A place I worked at once, demanded I come in instead of calling sick. Let’s just say I was on a large fistful of prescribed medications, higher than a kite, and did a wonderful job according to customer service callbacks. The supervisor said at the end of the night, next time you’re like this-call in dead.]
Poor Hubris. He’s a wreck. And Margaritas aren’t going to help. He needs a climbing wall. And a good body guard.
Maybe he can borrow one from Bob.
Yes, he likes margaritas
And getting caught behind the stage
He’s sure not into health food
He’s into snake oil smootheis
He’s gonna meet you by tomorrow noon
And cut through all this craziness.
At a bar called O’Malley’s
Where we’ll plan our escape”
Really decent filk of that song!!!!!!
I’m actually going to be glad when the festival is over.
Frozen or on the rocks?
Nothing like that agave nectar to put things right.