I Brake For Cannibals With Fake Diamonds

Monday brings a bounty of comic commentary. Did you see that? Two alliterations in one sentence! Only two words still counts as alliteration, right?

Now that I've completely lost the entire audience, on to the strips.

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Mother Goose & Grimm 10/5/09

Above 'Massage' there are more words. They are 'Potato Cannibal'. Why else would they be using sour cream, chives, and butter? Humans don't massage each other with wines and spices, do they?

Also, it kind of looks like Mr. Potato-head already got the 'full release', if you know what I mean.



Watch Your Head 10/5/09

In summation, some people are crazy if you touch their stuff. You would do well to remember that.



Luann 10/5/09

At last we learn that Elwood, the supposed millionaire after Luann's jailbait ass, is not rich. Or at least, an asshole of large magnitude.

Also, why is the jeweler being so bitchy? There's no need to get the poor girl's hopes up like that only to dash them. She was already proposed to by a midget pretending to be a millionaire, I think she's suffered enough.



The Doozies 10/5/09

Why is he having a garage sale in the middle of the street?

Actually on closer inspection, it appears that the whole thing is set in some kind of void.

Also, it makes sense that she didn't brake because the sign that designates the pile of crap as a garage sale is facing the opposite direction that the vehicle is traveling making it impossible for the driver to know that the collection of junk is in fact a garage sale and not simply the result of a tipped over garbage truck.



Pluggers 10/5/09

Usually Pluggers is just lame, but this time it's just wrong. There is, in fact, airmail (it is one word, Google told me so). How do you think mail gets to other countries? And yes, they don't call domestic mail 'airmail' anymore, but how do you think express mail gets to where it needs to go so quickly? You didn't get that package from Portland, Maine to Portland, Oregon overnight by truck, I can tell you that.

If there's one thing I know, it's the Post Office, so don't fuck with me Pluggers.



Compu-Toon 10/5/09

By completely destroying the damn thing. Maybe it the heat won't damage the phone beyond repair, but the tumble will likely break the case open and otherwise render the phone inoperable.