Labor Pains

A wife is going into labor at the hospital with her husband close by. The doctors comes in and says “we have a brand new device just invented by world class scientists that allows the father of a child to take some of the mother’s pain while she’s giving birth.”

The doctor asks if the husband is interested and he replies, “I would like to be the first to use this device. I want my wife to be as comfortable as possible.”

The wife’s labor intensifies and she begins to writhe in distress, so the husband asks for 20% of the pain. The doctor hooks up the device and amazingly the wife becomes more calm and the writhing stops. The husband says, “Wow this is nothing doc I can take more, go ahead and crank it up to 50%, I want my wife to be even more comfortable.”

So the doctor accepts his request and gives the husband half of the pain. Almost instantly the wife stops crying out in pain and is giving birth in near silence. The husband is satisfied but notices she is still in some pain so he says, “I can’t go on seeing her uncomfortable, go ahead and give me 100% I can take it.”

The doctor reluctantly agrees and transfers all the the wife’s pain to the husband. The husband is once again unimpressed by the pain and says, ” Wow this is nothing. I knew women exaggerated childbirth, I hardly feel anything.”

Not long after the couple gives birth to a baby boy. They stay overnight for tests and are released from the hospital the next day. They arrive home with their new bundle of joy and find the mailman dead on the front porch.

The Switch

This is one of those panels where I was just clowning around and threw the three of them into a scene without any script. Then I took it to work and showed it to a friend to see if she could come up with a humorous dialog. She immediately started to laugh at the sight of Tyler in “tighty whities”. After an hour she brought the paper back and gave me this little gem. Thanks, Patty.

The Welfare Office Incident

A man walks into the welfare office to pick up his check. He marched straight up to the counter and said, “You know, I hate drawing welfare. I’d really rather have a job.”

The social worker behind the counter said, “Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful daughter. You’ll have to drive around in his 2011 Mercedes-Benz CL, and he will supply all of your clothes.

“Because of the long hours, meals will be provided. You’ll also be expected to escort the daughter on her overseas holiday trips. This is rather awkward to say but you will also have, as part of your job, the assignment to satisfy her sexual urges as the daughter is in her mid-20’s and has a rather strong sex drive.”

The guy, just plain wide-eyed, said, “You’re bullshittin’ me!”

The social worker said, “Yeah, well … You started it.”

Gambling Granny

A little old lady goes into the Chase Manhattan Bank, and says she wants to open a savings account. The accounts person asks her how much she would like to deposit to open the account and the little old lady says, “Three million dollars.”

The accounts person is startled, and says, “In what form?”

The little old lady says, “Cash. I’ve got it here in this bag…” and the accounts person looks and, sure enough, the lady has a big grocery bag just chock full of green stuff with big denominations.

This is a highly unusual event, and the accounts person excuses herself to get the president of the bank to handle this one. He arrives, and escorts the little old lady to his office to handle it personally. Once in his office, he asks the little old lady where she got so much money. She says, “Gambling.”

“Gambling?”, he says. “What sort of gambling?” “Oh, I make bets with people on all sorts of things, and I usually win. For example, I’ve got $100,000 right here that says that by noon tomorrow your balls will be square, and I’ll even give you 4:1 odds. You got $25,000 you’d be willing to wager on that?”

The bank president is shocked at this sort of thing coming from a sweet little old lady, but he didn’t get to be the president of the Chase Manhattan Bank without knowing something about money. “I suppose I could come up with enough to cover that sort of wager, but I wouldn’t feel right taking it from you…there’s no way you can win a bet like that!”

The little old lady just shook the bag, and said, “I know what I’m doing…and I can afford to lose, though I’m not going to. Is it a bet?”

“OK, have it your way”, said the president, and they shook hands on it.

“See you at 11:55 tomorrow morning”, said the little old lady, and with that she left.

Next morning at 11:55 the little old lady arrives with a younger man in a three-piece suit, and is escorted to the bank president’s office. The president is a nervous wreck, though a happy one. He’d gotten almost no sleep the night before, waking every few minutes to feel his balls to check for impending squareness, but nothing happened all night. He had checked hundreds of times that morning, but still nothing; perfectly normal. When the little old lady arrived he started to relax, knowing he had won. “Come in, please have a seat! Who might this gentleman be?” said the president.

“He’s my lawyer. For a bet of this size I want to have a witness. Any objections?”

“No, perfectly understandable”, said the president. “Well, it’s now noon, and I’m still unchanged, so I guess I win!” he said happily.

“Not so fast!” said the little old lady. “For a hundred grand I want to verify things personally! Please drop your pants.”

The bank president is a bit flustered, but agrees that in her position he’d want proof as well, so he drops his pants. The little old lady goes over to him and reaches out to feel the organs in question. “OK, you win, here’s your $100,000,” says the little old lady, handing over a bag of bills. As she does so, her lawyer starts banging his head against the wall and moaning.

“What’s wrong with him?” asks the bank president.

“Oh, he’s just upset. Poor loser if you ask me. You see, I had a bet for $1,000,000 with him that I would have the President of the Chase Manhattan Bank by the balls by noon today.”

Seeing Eye Dogs

Two guys were out walking their dogs on a hot day, when they pass by a pub. The first guy says “Let’s go in there for a pint.” Second guy, says, “They won’t let us in with our dogs.” First guy: “Sure they will, just follow my lead.”

He goes up to the pub, and sure enough the doorman says, “I can’t let you in here with that dog.” He replies, “Oh, I’m blind and this is my seeing-eye dog.” The doorman says, “Ok then, come on in.”

The second guy sees this and does the same thing. He goes up to the pub, and the doorman says, “You can’t come in here with a dog.” He replies, “I’m blind and this is my seeing-eye dog.” The doorman responds, “You have a chihuahua for a seeing-eye dog?” The second guy stops for a second, and exclaims, “They gave me a chihuahua?”


All the passengers are seated on a plane out on the tarmac and the stewardess announces “we’re just waiting for the pilots.”.

The passengers look out the window and see two men, dressed as pilots walking towards the plane. Both men are using guide dogs and appear to be blind. There are murmurs among the passengers, and some believe it is a joke. The men board the plane and go into the cockpit. More concerned murmurs and uneasy chuckles from the passengers.

The plane taxis normally to the runway and begins it’s takeoff. As passengers look out the window they realize they are nearing the end of the runway. The entire passenger cabin begins screaming but the plane lifts off just before the end of the runway. The passengers calm down and chuckle to themselves.

In the cockpit, the pilot turns to his copilot and says “you know, one day those people are gonna scream too late and we’re all gonna die!”

Wasting

I know it’s been a long time since my last update, and there’s really no exuse. I had been working on updating the look of the characters with things like hands, eyes with sclera and irises, arms and legs that bulged and tapered, improved depiction of the female bustline, and a few other things. Making the vision come to life was challenging enough for me, but getting things set up so I could rapidly produce new comics on a schedule was to take a bit more effort than I wanted to expend. I’m still working out some of the kinks.

Q & A: The Bad Jokes Found on Popsicle Sticks.

Q: “Why did the little girl drop her ice cream?”

A: “Because she got hit by a bus

Q: Why can’t Helen Keller drive?

A: She’s dead.

Q: “Why did Hitler not drink Tequila?”

A: “Because it made him mean.”

Q: “What’s green and pecks on trees?”

A: “Woody the Wood Pickle.

Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes?

A: No-eye deer.

Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes and no legs?

A: Still, no-eye deer

Q: What do you call a deer with no eyes, no legs, and no reproductive organs?

A: Still, no fucking eye deer.

Q: “What do you call a slow moving poop?”

A: “A turdle.”

Q: What animal can jump higher than a mountain?

A: All of them! Mountains can’t jump!

Q: Why did the quarter go so high when it was flipped

A: Because it has an eagle on the back.

Q: In which month do people talk the least?

A: February, because it is the shortest month.

Q: What is the last thing through a bugs mind when struck by a car?

A: His asshole.

Q: “What’s red and hurts your teeth?”

A: “A brick!”

A Perfectly Good Day

Well, Birdie’s back! The biggest problem with female characters is getting the breasts just right. Too big, and people just fixate on the breasts, missing any joke there might have been. On the other hand, females without them don’t look like females. Looking back I saw a lot of really bad boobs on my female characters, and this leads me to believe that I just don’t spend enough time studying breasts. Which leads me to my new task for the rest of the year. I plan on studying every female’s breasts that I encounter. It’s going to be rough, but I think it will be worth it.