Archive for August, 2008
All Good Things Must Come To A Tragic End
Friday, August 29th, 2008
…so I said, “Take your poo ridden finger, and shove it somewhere else the sun doesn’t shine.’
Good day peoplemen. I hope you are all looking forward to early Friday quittin’ time and a long, labor, weekend. Because we at the D&S chucklehut will not rest, and will meet to discuss the very future of humor itself this weekend while you all esconse off to Maine to eat lobster, lighthouse sandwhiches or something.
As for this strip, the images were shot about a year ago, and two of the people during the shoot were suffering from viruses (pneumonia and the flu) at the time.
This was filmed at our dear friends grandmothers house. And she was willing to lend me the priests robe, but was unwilling to lend me a bible if it was going to be used for satire (?!!). So we put a white cross on a old encyclopaedia of fish and it served the purpo(i)se just as well.
I’m going to go drown my sorrows in a shallow pool of vomit.