Goodbye Los Angeles!
Thursday, April 19th, 2007I had a great time exploring you. But I think I need to go back to New York now because I haven’t pooped in five days.
I had a great time exploring you. But I think I need to go back to New York now because I haven’t pooped in five days.
It’s official, the new N-word is “nappy.”
Did you guys hear that Johnny Hart died?
Who’s Johnny Hart? Uhm…only the man behind B.C., arguably the best and most important funny-pages comic of all time.
Let’s take a look at the man’s classics (click to enlarge):
LOL! It’s a menorah slowly turning into a cross, through the magical dying words of Jesus Christ! Hahaha! That. Is. Too. Much!
Two Wongs don’t make a Wright? What? Oh! Hahaha! Because Chinese people are inferior to Wh(r)ite people. What’s that called? Observational humor? Oh, right, a terrible pun.
Someone had to explain that one to me. The outhouse doesn’t stink because it’s full of raw sewage. No, you see, it stinks because it has a crescent moon on the door, which is a symbol of Islam. And Islam, as we all know, smells exactly like caveman shit and urine. ROTF!
Mr Hart’s wife, Bobby, said he died of a stroke on Saturday while working at his New York home.
”He died at his storyboard,” she told the Associated Press.
Here’s the unfinished storyboard right here:
The punchline will forever remain a mystery.