Hey! We’re on break this week so please enjoy these winter/holiday themed comics from our comic time machine!
Posts Tagged ‘poop’
That’s such a horrible feeling when you finally give up and run to the bathroom and hear the doorbell ring when your pants are down. “Wait! Don’t leave!! I’ll be right there!!!”
This is one of those special games you get to enjoy when you become a parent. Endless hours of fun. What’s it gonna be today? Predictable or a surprise? You never really know!
Plus, this week is Biff’s 7th birthday! To celebrate, all Biff books are crazy on sale for only 7 bucks each! Go check them out in the store!
My guts don’t behave the way I would like. Some days I have lots of time to contemplate alternatives to my predicament. I assume they solved these types of problems in the future or long ago.
Remembering the names of people in movies and TV used to be such a chore. People would commonly carry large trivia books with them to parties in order to settle arguments before the turned into fist fights. Now we can all look up the answers before the conversation starts and continue to avoid eye contact.
Whenever I have some sort of intestinal problems I get mad at food. I wish there was an alternative way to sustain myself. Perhaps a special rock that I licked once a day.
I once took my dog for a walk that ended with “Oh, that’s what happened to those crayons. Mystery disappearance solved.”
This is why I don’t have any magazine subscriptions anymore. The only time I read them was in the bathroom. When I was a kid I memorized the patterns in the paint on the wall in front of me.
Back in college I worked as a janitor in a bank. I would go there at night and empty all the garbage cans, vacuum the carpets and clean the glass doors. I wore headphones and listened to music. Every once in awhile a bank employee would be working late and I would see movement in my peripheral vision. My immediate thought was that I was about to be shot by a bank robber.