So apparently my grammar is wrong, but I’m still peeved about it. Plus—let’s get all serious here for a minute—telling people they just gonna die up is only half the story. “[B]the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord” is the rest of the sentence. Isn’t that part kind of important? Instead of, you know, walking around all looking like you’re in My Morning Jacket and being creepy?
In the original of this drawing, you can totally see that it’s raining. It’s also better drawn, colored, and lettered, and gives you golden eggsif you talk to it. But not screwmosas.
Well, there may be some holy writ we don’t know about forbidding the mixture of vodka and champagne. But yeah, that’s about the only thing I can figure, unless “friendly revelry” is a sin now. On the other hand, there weren’t no reason to pelt the guy—it just satisfies his own warped sense of righteousness. And yes, Contessa did get the best beads, and so many that we were totally over the whole bead-grabbing thing when the St. Paddy’s parade rolled thru town.
Things that are awesome in this cartoon: the fleur-de-lis on your shirt, the Jaysus bubble, the little missing pieces on the edge of the sign.
why didn’t you use the original? i want a golden egg! so, this may be the first time i’ve ever heard of people pelting the complaining christian ‘tut tut-ing’ the assumed sins of others. NOT surprising its Baton Rouge. was it outside the LSU stadium?
I really liked that picture of Jaysus as an 8 year old.
by the way, isn’t the whole beads on St. Paddy’s day-thing just a southern, by way of New Orleans, construct? seems so, and what a good idea! you know, i’ve gotten where i just think parades alone aren’t interactive enough. I think they threw candy at our homecoming parade in High School.
One of your finest multimedia efforts evah!
that’s a current pic, mooch. i’ll be 30 in may.
i did get a little overheated at the guy. when i first saw him, he was hovering near a large group of lesbians and wouldn’t move along. several of them eventually started screaming at him and throwing things – and yes, this sort of action does feed the monster, so to speak – but if nothing else, they were pissed ‘cause he’s got a 3×4’ sign on a 5’ pole and you’re blocking my catch-zone, man!
still haven’t tasted the screw-mosas yet, but lemme tell ya: peach schnapps makes screwdivers taste SO MUCH BETTA! it also livelies up the proverbial redbull’n’vodka. make a note!
How can you see with tape over your eyes?
hey! i’ll be 30 in may, too!! YEAH FOR 30 IN MAY!!
back to the story at hand: gorjus, this is cool. i like the incorporation of poloroids to yer drawing. v. v. cool. and i luuuuv the drunky pic of you.
That ain’t tape on his eyes—he’s got drunk Xs and glasses on!
I had forgotten the catch-zone violation. That is indeed a pelting offense.
I will still maintain that guy WAS Jim James just having a larff.
The screwmosa hath made no appearance since Spanish Towne, and, verily, I say unto you, I’m thinking I may not break it out again until next year. Same time, same place.
And while I’m sure Gorjus’ representation was meant to not make us look too uber-lush-ish, do know if attempting the screwmosa that the quantity of champagne represented is drastically smaller than what we used. In fact there was more champagne in em than anything else….
gorj., do you wear that fleur-de-lis shirt whenever you go to Louisiana?
Yes!! I really wish I had one. Actually, it’s an allusion to my absolute favorite pizza place of all time, the Fleur de Lis, where we all ate later. Their veggie pizza is olive-tastic!!
It’s also awexxome because there are only two side-orders: pickled eggs and romano cheese. And, I’m not kidding.
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