Sunday, August 10, 2008

Once upon a time


the job of beloved national cartoon was a pretty sweet gig.




Fighter jock

from a long-ago war, sketched in bright, simple colors.


Making my own

hours...



...mouthing off

whenever I wanted...


...ordering staff around and pretending it counted as

Commander Guy experience...


...dining out on a creaky “Badass” rep for

thirty years...


...and hugging up whoever

I damned well pleased...







14 comments:

Yodood said...

Whew! You continually amaze me. Keep it up.

Angel Of Mercy said...

Mr. Glass, you are a constant source of joy and belly laughs. Thank you one more time...

qwerty said...

I'm thinking maybe he's still got some of that cool factor going for him... maybe he's still a real, live maverick.

Maybe not.

Barb in ATL said...

That brought a surprised smile to my face! Thanks!

Anonymous said...

hi-larious.
My wife got a kick out of the first panel. I do the same dance when she rubs under my balls. :D

D. said...

Snoopy's much cuter.

newtonusr said...

priceless
his one is being linked farther and wider.

watertiger said...

dude.

This is brilliant.

Sorghum Crow said...

Snoopy's a democrat.
He ran for President in 1972. His campaign song was done by the Royal Guardsmen.

Ali said...

Pure Genius! Love it.

Anonymous said...

Oh. My. God.

That last panel had me laughing at work like some kind of maniac!

Priceless.

Neal Deesit said...

Unfortunately, you left out the panels in which Snoopy lost five dog houses.

eva said...

may be it's enough

Anonymous said...

macacamama says:
that soooooo rocked. my favorite thing was "losing to a negro". my friends and family call each other that all the time. we're trying to take back the word. it's spanish for black, after all.