I see the problem there: no helmets. Where were the parents?
Posted by chuck at December 1, 2012 6:11 PMShouldn't the dog be on a leash, too?
Posted by Jewel at December 1, 2012 6:15 PMAnd the blue car is passing the red truck on a double white line, going around a curve.
All kinds of bad things about to go down.
As Wretchard at the Belmont Club would say, you have "lost all the design margin" in this episode.
What could go wrong?
Posted by David at December 1, 2012 6:41 PMAnd the blue car is passing the red truck on a double white line, going around a curve.
All kinds of bad things about to go down.
As Wretchard at the Belmont Club would say, you have "lost all the design margin" in this episode.
What could go wrong?
Posted by David at December 1, 2012 6:41 PMNotice that it's the *red* truck that will kill Bobby, Jimmy and Spot.
Draw you own inference, yaknow?
Posted by leelu at December 1, 2012 7:52 PMTake a victory lap, leelu.
Posted by vanderleun at December 1, 2012 8:53 PMStop sign is not MUTCD compliant.
Posted by David McKinnis at December 1, 2012 10:31 PMFORWARD!
Posted by Mumblix Grumph at December 2, 2012 2:56 AMDespite the efforts of the fascist Christocentric, homophobic capitalists to hold onto power through the nomination of the notorious international colonist and warlord, Daddy Romneybucks, the dictatorship of the proletariat marches on to its inevitable triumph. The young white ,blue eyed potential breeders will be crushed under the wheels of the revolution along with their hunting dog.
The church in the background is powerless and impotent to save them as the opiate of the masses will be replaced by St. Mao's Revolutionary Unchurch, the state approved methadone of the masses.
What you cannot see in the illustration is the large expensive Beemer behind the truck driven by a lawyer.
Posted by Peccable at December 2, 2012 10:23 AMThose are some pretty big words, Bill. Is the unchurch's priestess gonna be Oprah Winfrey?
Jewel, I don't know about Oprah but further research revealed the small animal to be a running dog lackey of the bourgeosie.
Posted by bill at December 3, 2012 5:53 AM