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August 01, 2008
Kaboom
This is what it sounds like when doves die.
The worst strip in the world in the midst of one of its worst weeks in its horrible history ends in a fiery slam-bang explosion of monumental suck.
Vaughn -- the new character, Winslow's campaign finance chair, introduced by Stantis and hired by Winslow a mere few days before Winslow drops out of his two-year-old campaign -- heckles Winslow, the individual synchronized swimming representative from the Republic of Prickly City -- which became an independent republic after the 'Bush Sr. Broccoli Brouhaha' and the residents of PC failing to "Google" something...in other words, after George H. W. Bush declared "I do not like broccoli and I haven’t liked it since I was a little kid and my mother made me eat it. And I’m President of the United States and I’m not going to eat any more broccoli," in 1990, the residents of Prickly City failed to TRAVEL AHEAD IN TIME to circa 1997 to search something on Google -- at the Beijing Summer Olympics, where Winslow is hopeful he will win a medal so the world can watch the Prickly City flag (a motherfucking THONG) fly.
And after all this wild diversion into sheer lunacy and shear [sic] madness, Vaughn and Winslow wrap the heckling back to the fact it's an election year?
Guh?
Muh?
Snuh?
HUH?
Comments
How come the same people who want to bring democracy to Iraq want Obama to just give it up right now so that their guy can win? I don't get it.
Frame One:
Vaughn: Winslow, you have to work harder if you want the PC flag to fly!
Frame Two:
Vaughn: Come on, baby! Eggbeater followed by combined spin!
Frame Three:
Vaughn: Uh, Winslow, you aren't even trying here, are you?
Frame Four:
Winslow: I'm planning to throw mud in the pool so that my competitors will lose. Slime beats talent when talent doesn't slime!
In two weeks, I'll make a crack about how Winslow is too fit to be on the Prickly City Olympic Team.
Posted by: Annie at August 1, 2008 12:33 PM
