Thursday Night Fashion Review, with more body hair and less shame

Hey out there in the interwebs, its your favorite Ambassedor for Information: Stella Tamzarian, Action Librarian. Thank the baby Jebus I have my car back. I've been trying to figure out the Detroit Metro bus system for the past week and haven't had very much luck. The interesting encounters with crackheads and the insane aside, it wasn't that bad but the roundabout ways of getting places sucked. Good news is that I've been watching Firefly on Hulu for the past couple of days so everything is forgotten. I also bought me a Jayne Cobb hat, so even awesomer.

On with the comix!

Barney Google and Snuffy Smith, 4/16
Being from Northern Michigan I know all about hillbilly fashion and its many tenets. Granted Snuffy Smith and Barney Google are probably in the fabled West Virginia woodlands where the rules of elsewhere refuse to apply but even I know they aren't that far off. Laweezy is sporting a fine babushka ensamble with her tits clearly sagging to her apron. The old broad is decked out in polka dots, which look like they came out of Minnie Mouse's garbage. Jesus Christ, if I didn't know for a fact that this lot was clearly tripping balls on Meth 24/7 there would be no excuse.



Flight Deck, 4/15
Stephen Wright has fallen on some hard times man.



Dinette Set, 4/10
I love their friend Jerry, mostly because I've seen him in real life. Strangely enough at a gym too. He was a white fellow with the tightest, blackest afro I have ever seen. I've never seen such a dense fro in my entire life and it was shaped perfectly, not a dent, not a puff, just very nerf-like in its characteristics. He was also hairy and dumpy like Jerry with a fine ass torn tank top. The image haunts me, as you may have comprehended by now.


Pearls Before Swine, 4/15

God I love a duck with a monocle, even better if they have a top hat but a 5 o'Clock shadow? Come on now. I like the idea of a duck with a monocle and top hat, I'd like to think he exists in the world. The thought gives me comfort some how. Maybe I'll be walking around a park one day, having some kind of existential crisis and then I see a classy duck like that walk by me and I'll just know everything is going to be ok.

Good night y'all.