I hope you gave your wife a big hug. And some chocolate. And tequila? Our daughter got an Elmo doll too – scared the bejeezus out of her before it came out of the package, and we couldn’t have been happier to give him up to the Goodwill. Elmo destroyed Sesame Street!
My hell: no books, no opportunity to sleep, no chance to do anything creative or even useful, and only food that makes me gag. With a disco/current pop soundtrack.
America devolving into a theocracy.
Oh, wait…
Any meeting in a subterranean meeting room with no natural light and only fluorescent lights. i.e. every Tuesday morning for the past seven years.
I hope you gave your wife a big hug. And some chocolate. And tequila? Our daughter got an Elmo doll too – scared the bejeezus out of her before it came out of the package, and we couldn’t have been happier to give him up to the Goodwill. Elmo destroyed Sesame Street!
These are the ones I like: the personal, almost intimate stories rendered so well in a few masterful panels.
(I know I am weird, no need to point out the obvious)
My hell: no books, no opportunity to sleep, no chance to do anything creative or even useful, and only food that makes me gag. With a disco/current pop soundtrack.
Remember the movie “Friday”? That is my hell.
Whoa! Took me a moment to figure out what part of ‘the wifey’ was being shown in the last frame! It was the Jimmy Durante schnoz that gave it away…