In the original version of this, it was a little different, and Ron was fighting back. It was a sort of rodeo gag.
This is better.
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It’s like State Troopers crossing state lines during high-speed car chases-
When you’re looking to crack skulls over your boyfriend’s mistreatment, it’s okay to follow a guy right up into the sky.
Mal should know better than to try to have a conversation with guys who’ve basically been Tailgating it for two days.
On the other hand, the way he opened two beers at once… maybe he was a bartender in college, and he’s good at talking to drunks.
Let this be a lesson to you!
Yes, I know you’ve heard many admonitions over the years of your life. Their repetitive and well-worn refrain falling leaden upon your ears, but Truth will be heard again and again!
O, take heed of the wisdom! Cling to it! Pass it on to the younger generations in your turn.
Yes, that old and wise refrain…
“Insurance agents sometimes want what’s best for you.”
No wait, that…that wasn’t it.
How about… “Sometimes you’ll pass out before you get yourself killed.”
Hmm.
No, wait…
“Some stories don’t really have a moral.”
Yeah. That’ll do.
You didn’t think I was gonna let Tackleboy quit it, didja?
I always think there are probably a lot more people planning on suing the Powerball lotto than there are winning it.
So, gonna do a couple of talks at a convention this weekend. Draw a couple of caricatures. Talk nonsense to people who enjoy that kind of thing.
And, it’s at the Guesthouse at Graceland. You know. Elvis’ place.
I’ll tell him you says, “Hey.”
If there was a fourth guy, he was going to be saying, “And with my fine singin’ voice, I reckon I’ll do th’ National Anthem!”
Because as we all know, we sing so darn GOOD after a couple of alcoholic beverages.
When and where I was in high school, there were a number of young men who gauged the success of their weekends based on the number of beers that were drunk.
It led to conversations like this:
“Hey, man, you know how much fun we had this weekend man? We had three cases of beer, man, that’s how much fun we had, man!
I realize that, written out, it hardly seems to be a conversation. My part of it, though, was pretty much just nodding, and trying to look like I knew what in hell they were talking about.
Also, The National Cartoonist Society nominations for the various divisions of the Reuben awards were announced. I’m nominated for Newspaper Illustration, for which I’m very proud. I didn’t get a nomination in the ‘long-form online comic’ award for my work on Hubris. There is some stiff competition, of course, but I still think that we can get there one day. It might take voodoo or something, but I’m game.
So I’ve gotten to the point in my recovery where all the blood that escaped a vein and poured into the interstices of my hip and other bits has, because of gravity and other irritating realities, pooled in my calf and ankle.
It was less uncomfortable when it was spread out through my whole leg and hip. I mean, it’s a lot of goo to fit in such a little space where it doesn’t belong. Also, while I’m probably getting better at the same rate I’ve been tripping along at, the bit that’s still healing is more and more localized as I go.
I’ve seen the comments you guys have made, and I realize that I don’t have it a fraction as bad as a lot of people, and of course, I sit at a drawing table and a computer on many days, so it’s not like I have to load tractors with sacks of barley or something…
What it all boils down to is that I needed a thing in this space and all I can think about is how much my dang calf aches.
