Chapter 3, Page 13on September 23, 2013 at 10:32 am
Posted In: Comics
Pardon the slight delay, but it was more than worth it to keep faults in the inking to a minimum! In the meantime, enjoy our little friend’s foot-tour of a nice Parisian residential district, complete with local yokel. Feel free to get attached, you’ll learn more about him in the next few pages . . . . coming Thursday!
In slightly more personal news OH GOD WHY DID I THINK TRYING RAW OYSTERS WAS A GOOD IDEA?!
Ah yes… oysters… when you feel the need to eat something with the characteristics of fish and snot combined…
Very true. The fun thing about being a raw-oyster virgin is that you truly do not know any better. You find out pretty quick, though.
Eating *anything* raw is generally a bad idea. Our ancestors figured out how to COOK things for a reason!
Somehow I don’t think the meatloaf guarding the door to the ice-cream shoppe knows anything about angels… 🙂
But never more than 2 or 3 per time. It amounts (for me) to one per year, on average. (I am 35, slurped my first one with 18, and hat in total 18 oysters).
They are a nice appetiser, but nothing I would specifically choose on a free choice menu…
Did you squeeze a drop of lemon over yours?
Anyway. Lovely comic page, again.
And I concur with the one outweirding me, that the white cat likely not knows anything, except when it’s time to eat (5 seconds after any movement started), and where food can be obtained.
Over the years, a *lot* of people have tried to outweird me… hardly anyone has ever succeeded. One quick example: my son’s college roommate, the first time I met him, said, “Hi, I’m Brent; I’m bisexual!”, as he shook my hand. I said, “Oh, good!” without explanation. A month or two later, I was visiting my son again, and he bent down to pick something up off the floor. The roommate stood behind him and began thrusting his pelvis. I watched for a few seconds, then said, “I can’t give that any better than an 8.2 – your performance is sloppy and you
can’t aim.” My son was laughing so hard he could barely stand back up, and the roommate had to laugh, too. After that he didn’t bother trying to mess with my mind any more 😀
My mom went over to my roommate and “helped” him by telling to aim a bit higher, and that he has likely never seen me naked, or he would kno to aim higher…….. Then she grabbed his hips and told him to thrust harder and “pushed” him into me…..
I’ve turned quite red, if I remember correctly….
Yay for parents! :p
Let me see what my sons will do so I can weird them out…. Right now, they are too young to do something subtle (4 and 1 3/4 years old). A joke must be recognisable as such, otherwise they repeat it at non-appropriate situations, which would really outweird anyone.
(Yes, something similar happened in my study-time, my appartment co-inhabitant was openly gay.)