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:
Whew! You continually amaze me. Keep it up.
Mr. Glass, you are a constant source of joy and belly laughs. Thank you one more time...
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.
That brought a surprised smile to my face! Thanks!
hi-larious.
My wife got a kick out of the first panel. I do the same dance when she rubs under my balls. :D
Snoopy's much cuter.
priceless
his one is being linked farther and wider.
dude.
This is brilliant.
Snoopy's a democrat.
He ran for President in 1972. His campaign song was done by the Royal Guardsmen.
Pure Genius! Love it.
Oh. My. God.
That last panel had me laughing at work like some kind of maniac!
Priceless.
Unfortunately, you left out the panels in which Snoopy lost five dog houses.
may be it's enough
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.
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