Y’ever have one of those flop-sweat realizations? Somebody says, “Well, at least you didn’t do such-and-such, ’cause then you’d be an ass!” riiiiiight before you were going to say, “And then I did such-and-such…”
Yeah, me neither.
Y’ever have one of those flop-sweat realizations? Somebody says, “Well, at least you didn’t do such-and-such, ’cause then you’d be an ass!” riiiiiight before you were going to say, “And then I did such-and-such…”
Yeah, me neither.
I’m having fun choosing which format to work with these days. On the other hand, when the book version of The First Great Stanky Creek/Snake Oil OutdoorFest gets edited, I bet I get cursed at for more or less randomly using the different formats. Oh, well.
Hey. You know Christmas is coming, right? My suggestion is that many people you know would like to share the laughter you get with Hubris. There’s a link for the book over there on the right. Click it. One stop shoppin’. Bam. Boom.
Don’t forget- If you’re a Tweeter, you need to stop by #gocomics today (Friday the 9th) at 1:30 CDT while they’re having me in to do a ‘Live Tweet’ event. Ask some goofy questions, willya?
Tried this story out at a campfire… twice. It worked once. You try. Let me know how it goes.
Say, you know the shortest scary story in the world, right? “The last man in the world sat in a room. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.”
I love that one. And if you tell it to kids around a campfire, and they’re not sufficiently creeped out, you can tell them that it was a woman that knocked. The little ones are then totally grossed out.
Too lazy to make s’mores? Too worried about being in the woods on a campout with sticky fingers and smellin’ like bear bait? They make s’mores and package them. Civilized, and your pants legs don’t wind up with marshmallow smeared all over them where you tried to clean it off your hands.
Or maybe you know a big guy like Lowell whose glucose levels have dropped out…
Woooooo. Paaaaaintball. Now’s the time- it’s not as hot and sticky as it was a month ago, and it’s not as chilly as it’ll be in a month, when the sting of a well-placed ball will HHHHHHUUUUUUUURRRRT. Click on the stuff below if you wanna shop paintball cool stuff.
For any of you who don’t believe there’s such a thing as a bathroom tent, click on the one below.
If you are a stereotypical male who tells his ladyfriend to ‘Pick a Tree’ when she asks the whereabouts of the nearest bathroom, you may not want to reveal the existence of this thing:
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