That’s funny, start eating fiber, this means war. Imagine Patton standing up there, telling the troops to start eating fiber.
Ok, now imagine cock doing it dressed as Patton.
Ok, now imagine cock doing it dressed in a flowered sun dress and thigh high leather high heeled boots.
Ok, that was a mistake, forget that last one.
I thought yesterday’s strip was so touching and sweet (and tragically sad for poor Bull). Thanks for bringing me back to myself. There’s nothing like a good session of shit-slinging to get rid of the maudlin blues.
Yeah! That was my intention! I’m glad you caught it! Seriously though, thanks for sponsoring – I appreciate that. And also, I saw you were in Baltimore. I got as far as looking up train tickets, but it just didn’t work out. I live about 3 hours from there in the OPPOSITE direction. In Williamsburg. As per the law I draw my strip colonial style wearing contemporary clothing and a quill plucked from the ass of a local cock. I speak in a funny old accent and people and tourists (because tourists aren’t real people) stumble by taking pictures of a genuine colonial cartoonist.
Holy crap! Love the new site design (sorry if it was up sooner, I”m old…) Those roll over navigation buttons are the best! I’ve been playing with those for about an hour! I love the background up top. Nicely done my man, nicely done!
Oh, shit flinging farm animals are right up my alley as I grew up raising cows and sheep on my dad’s farm. Cow ‘pies’ make great Frisbees once they’ve hardened enough! The trick is hit someone on the first ‘fling’ or they break up too easily. My older sisters hated me back then… (still do…).
You should work in Bull’s crap looking like a Frisbee… free idea from an old fart cartoonist!
First… Frumph designed the site. I like it a lot and I’m glad others find it cool, too!
Second… I regret never having played that game… Some of my friends had farms but we never got that creative. We were busy watching them try to have lesbian sex. My friends’ father, in an effort to shield us from the realities of lesbian cow sex said that the cows were just crazy and then he beat them with a stick until they stopped. Come to think of it, that probably how many people would like to approach the HUGE problem that is homosexuality. You can learn a lot from a farmer if you just pay attention!
My closest encounter with a flock of cows was one time I went fly fishing in a lake in Norway. Suddenly, I notice several ill tempered cows silhouetted on a mound against the late evening sky, so I figure it’s time to slowly move into safer territories. I’ve heard rumors about cows and their gay tendencies, so I’m not about to find out if those rumors are true… So, whistling a happy tune, I make my way carefully towards the fence as they slowly start moving up behind me and following me. I get a bit worried, so I start walking faster. THAT, however, must have triggered their hunting instinct, so the whole fucking flock comes running up behind me in an attempt to circle their prey. I take off like a bat out of heck, but the motherfuckers have twice as many feet as me EACH and HUGE fucking horns. I realize that I’m not going to make it alive if I keep running, so, with a terrifying scream, I spin around clasping my floppy fly fishing rod in a double grip. Such a battle cry has never been heard before or after in those parts. It was straight out of that fucking Gladiator movie! I wave my rod (the fish catching one, you idiots!) at them screaming and they back up saying “Woah! No need to get badass, bitch,” but I go on, you know, I feel the warrior in me rising to the top and they back off like a bunch of girls and I can throw myself over the fence – into safety. Fuck me! So the fucking cows went hungry that night and I swore never to go fishing again and I’ve kept that promise.
Being a norwegian, I can sympatise, the livestock here can be fierce…. But they aren’t as bloodthirsty as many thinks, most of the time they”ll settle for your wallet. Or some candy.
Yeah, that’s typically a bad idea!
So I’ve heard, anyway…
That’s funny, start eating fiber, this means war. Imagine Patton standing up there, telling the troops to start eating fiber.
Ok, now imagine cock doing it dressed as Patton.
Ok, now imagine cock doing it dressed in a flowered sun dress and thigh high leather high heeled boots.
Ok, that was a mistake, forget that last one.
I think someone ELSE would be happy about the dresses part, though…
I thought yesterday’s strip was so touching and sweet (and tragically sad for poor Bull). Thanks for bringing me back to myself. There’s nothing like a good session of shit-slinging to get rid of the maudlin blues.
Whew! I’m glad I didn’t lose you!
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interesting new site update with the landscape drawing, like that you’re sticking to B&W. makes my ad that up top stand out. HA!
Yeah! That was my intention! I’m glad you caught it!
Seriously though, thanks for sponsoring – I appreciate that. And also, I saw you were in Baltimore. I got as far as looking up train tickets, but it just didn’t work out. I live about 3 hours from there in the OPPOSITE direction. In Williamsburg. As per the law I draw my strip colonial style wearing contemporary clothing and a quill plucked from the ass of a local cock. I speak in a funny old accent and people and tourists (because tourists aren’t real people) stumble by taking pictures of a genuine colonial cartoonist.
Holy crap! Love the new site design (sorry if it was up sooner, I”m old…) Those roll over navigation buttons are the best! I’ve been playing with those for about an hour! I love the background up top. Nicely done my man, nicely done!
Oh, shit flinging farm animals are right up my alley as I grew up raising cows and sheep on my dad’s farm. Cow ‘pies’ make great Frisbees once they’ve hardened enough! The trick is hit someone on the first ‘fling’ or they break up too easily. My older sisters hated me back then… (still do…).
You should work in Bull’s crap looking like a Frisbee… free idea from an old fart cartoonist!
First… Frumph designed the site. I like it a lot and I’m glad others find it cool, too!
Second… I regret never having played that game… Some of my friends had farms but we never got that creative. We were busy watching them try to have lesbian sex. My friends’ father, in an effort to shield us from the realities of lesbian cow sex said that the cows were just crazy and then he beat them with a stick until they stopped. Come to think of it, that probably how many people would like to approach the HUGE problem that is homosexuality. You can learn a lot from a farmer if you just pay attention!
My closest encounter with a flock of cows was one time I went fly fishing in a lake in Norway. Suddenly, I notice several ill tempered cows silhouetted on a mound against the late evening sky, so I figure it’s time to slowly move into safer territories. I’ve heard rumors about cows and their gay tendencies, so I’m not about to find out if those rumors are true… So, whistling a happy tune, I make my way carefully towards the fence as they slowly start moving up behind me and following me. I get a bit worried, so I start walking faster. THAT, however, must have triggered their hunting instinct, so the whole fucking flock comes running up behind me in an attempt to circle their prey. I take off like a bat out of heck, but the motherfuckers have twice as many feet as me EACH and HUGE fucking horns. I realize that I’m not going to make it alive if I keep running, so, with a terrifying scream, I spin around clasping my floppy fly fishing rod in a double grip. Such a battle cry has never been heard before or after in those parts. It was straight out of that fucking Gladiator movie! I wave my rod (the fish catching one, you idiots!) at them screaming and they back up saying “Woah! No need to get badass, bitch,” but I go on, you know, I feel the warrior in me rising to the top and they back off like a bunch of girls and I can throw myself over the fence – into safety. Fuck me! So the fucking cows went hungry that night and I swore never to go fishing again and I’ve kept that promise.
True story.
Being a norwegian, I can sympatise, the livestock here can be fierce…. But they aren’t as bloodthirsty as many thinks, most of the time they”ll settle for your wallet. Or some candy.
Kommer det nordmenn på besøk også nå? Fine greier!