One that not only made it to ink stage, but actually saw publication. In a newsletter I was editing, but they all count, right? Right?
Anyway. Daleks. On Ice. Comedy fucking gold. I actually wanted to call a revue I put together in my comedy days “Daleks on Ice”, but was voted down by the other players. “Not Without My Cheesecake, You Don’t” was the result, a title that sucked as badly as the show.
I like cartooning, and writing. you don’t have to work with idiots.
“Yes, Mrs Tompkins, we do occasionally use the term ‘gifted’. But in this case, I’m afraid
young Nigel is simply weird.
Yeah, nothing to see here. Move along.
“I suspect the ‘how’ of this case is going to be at least as interesting as the ‘why’, constable.”
Elephants have been convicted of murder: witness the case of Mary
, a circus elephant hanged– yup, hanged– in 1916 after being found guilty of murdering her trainer.
There is nothing so black that humans can’t find humour in it. Or do it for real. Because, generally, we suck.
“Tell me again why he said there had to be a second ark just for dinosaurs?”
An old gag retold. Let’s say I did it for the practice and never speak of it again.
Simple and silent. Sometimes you don’t have to go any further than whimsy.
Sigh. There’s a growing up phase we all have to go through, right? Talk about give-an-old-joke-a-home-week……
“The bottom’s really dropped out of the virgin business, hasn’t it?”
“Before we start tonight’s lesson, let’s say hello to a new student.”
I can’t remember what point I was going to satirise in this one. There’s a bunch of ideas going on here, but maybe I’ve just grown beyond a point where any angle on domestic violence is funny anymore, or maybe it’s just one of those convergence of ideas where it’s more intriguing than funny to begin with. Ah well, for what it’s worth……