Turn For The Adverse
this is a ridiculously normal cartoon for me, one for
which I sincerely apologize. I'll be snarky and mean
old Republicans some time after
But that doesn't mean I didn't spend the odd moment or
two considering other, more peculiar, ideas. For instance,
Uncle Sam out of the closet, what with DADT supposedly
passed and all. I mean, only a gay man would choose
to dress like that day-in and day-out. Right? I mused
that he only hid in plain sight
all these years just
keep his VA benefits intact.
Was Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer a genetic mutant or
was he the result of exposure to toxic chemicals released
into the groundwater by Santa's notoriously noxious
factories? If the former then is he able to pass
this shiny-schnozzola trait down to his children or
was he born sadly sterile? I'm afraid that's an answer
we must leave to future cartoonists.
And who's to say that Rudolph's strobing probocis was
the apogee of rangiferian navigational aids? What if
a reindeer born with a brace of sealed halogen
headlights in his antlers? Or how about a reindeer with
set of phased-array radar protruding from his forehead?
Or even a reindeer capable of manipulating quantum
entanglements? Huh? Huh?
Now I must sleep. My brain hurts.
On the Eleventh Day of Xmas Shopping
my Reddit Secret Santa gave to meeeeeee:
Pair of Kikkerland
Leaning Men Bookends
my dog! Raging Pencils has a store! That is, if you
call a couple of t-shirts a store. I'll be adding more
content as I get the hang of the interface but, until
it out, check it out, check it out!
Oh, and, uh, check