Mister Shorts Number 6
Yesterday was supposed to be the Porks of July, but there were no fireworks for me. There was a light rain all night so a lot of rooftop parties moved indoors, which made getting drunk and watching things blow up to celebrate our independence more difficult. Suckage.
Mister Shorts watched the fireworks from, like, Coney Island or somewhere.
I heart Mister Shorts.
Posted on Saturday, July 05, 2008 at 04:57 AM.
Tags: Comics, Mister Shorts
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Speaking of bottle rockets, I’m planning on setting a few off this afternoon myself. Come to my blog for SPECIAL BIRTHDAY EDITION POST!
Yo Jesse! I’m headed over now!
Well.... it’s not up yet. I was reading Chrissy’s blog, and helping bash Denise’s. Also, fantastic job on wiping the floor with her.
‘K, it’s up.
Just went! Awesome pics! Rags and Piper rock! But show us the Vans!
I’m afraid of fireworks…
Yo Crissy! Yeah, Stumpy and Limpy get around.
I had to come to your site and tell you that I am a HUGE fan of your commentary on other people’s blogs, you make me laugh everyday...I think that makes me a lurker’s lurker--but I don’t care! I love you and you are one funny mother-effer! (I would swear, but my daughter can hear!)
Love, Crissy’s BFF
I have told the hubby that he may only refer to lil’ hubby as a bottle rocket for the month of July
Wow, if I told hubby he could refer to ‘it’ as a bottle rocket, he’d want me to light it and launch it into the bottle all the damn time!
I, too, laugh at your comments on Crissyspage......I loved your comic strip with her as the star........I hope that is the proper terminology........
Hi Rachel! Yeah, I don’t post to my own blog that often, but I read Crissy’s and a few others every single goddamn day and can’t keep my mouth shut. Hey, I’m a little disappointed, because I thought I was Crissy’s BFF, but that’s okay. I’ll get over it....
Hey My Other Rachel Friend whose blog is at http://mominreallife.blogspot.com/! Oooh, you should use bottle rocket from now on. That Lil’ Hubby thing is no good. Maybe “Huge Mini-Hubby” or “Massive Hubby Monster” or “Hubby’s Third and Biggest Arm.” Or just “Hubby’s Brain” would be fine, too.
Yo Shelly! Well, what are you waiting for?!? Tell him to call it a bottle rocket and report the results on your blog!
is it one of those bottle rockets that whistle as they ascend?
that’d be cool if it did.
I have plenty of love in my heart for both stoogepie and Rachel, so you can both be my bffs. No need for hurt feelings.
Fireworks are proof that God loves us.
both of you should look out, my plan is to just kill the other Rachel off, reclaim my name and send Crissy booze until she falls in love with me....kind of like my hubby won me over. A drunken yes to a proposal still counts!
Rachel-
No, don’t kill Rachel. Please. She sells me Mary Kay at half price.
And it won’t take much booze to win my heart.
And uh, hey stoogepie!
‘Sup?
There you go stoogepie! The best $16 you will ever spend. Trust me.
Yo all! So, I had planned to have a new post ready for today but I got nothing. See, I set up this standup gig months ago—I don’t do standup anymore as a general rule—and then was totally fucking unprepared for it, so I worked and worked and literally stayed up all night Tuesday. Then I didn’t even pretend to be a Good Noodle at work yesterday but just shut my door and worked on my material all day long. Then I did the set and was a fucking superstar. More fun than rolling around on a waterbed with a dozen fat puppies. Then I came home and crashed. Anyways, sorry about not commenting or responding to comments or posting.
Hey Ken! Doesn’t your bottle rocket whistle?
Yo Crissy! Hi! Zup zup?!? Woohoo!! I have achieved Crissy bff-dom! That makes me Prince of Fucking Everything. Or Earl of Fucking Everything. Or something.
Yo Chris! Or maybe fireworks are proof that God wants us to blow our hands off when we are children! We know that God just hates what we do with our hands later in life.
Hi Mom In Real Life Rachel! Don’t I get booze, too? And I’m thinking there should be some Mary Kay in this for us, too. Mary Kay has to have something I want.
Yo Nels! I’m ordering them! I’m going for $33 worth. I’m that sure they are the most awesome chips in the world. I’m not even kidding. I will let you know how they are after I get them. Hey, if anyone wants some free Hawaiian Luau BBQ Potato Chips, I will have twelve bags. This is a good time to suck up to me.
I forgive you.
It rained here on the fourth too. Plus we were packing. It fucking sucked. How’s that for a ray of sunshine? SORRY. It’s Friday though! WHEE!
Vans pics’ll go up today. Sorry for the lateness, I haven’t been on. Also, I’ll probably be making a new comic, since Stoogepie’s bugging the shit out of me about it.
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