This is pretty funny. I wrote this?
I guess I did. As loyal readers know I completely forget what I wrote about ten seconds after I wrote it. Which can lead me to be strangely detached from my work. It’s this thing that I do that I forget I do until I remember I did it. And then I feel embarrassed that I forgot I do the thing I do.
Clearly I should drink more.
You really don’t want to step on today’s punch line.
You walk across the street and fall through an open manhole: not funny. Anyone else walks across the street and falls through an open manhole: funny. Make the person rich and pompous: really funny. Make the rich, pompous person too fat to fit through the manhole: super funny. Have the fat, rich pompous person get pulled down through the manhole from below by the sewer dwelling alligator: awesomely funny. Have the sewer dwelling alligator from below throw the fat, rich, pompous person back: super awesomely funny. After the sewer dwelling alligator throws him back, the fat, rich pompous person gets stuck upside down in the manhole : hysterical.
I watched a lot of Looney Tunes as a kid.
Little known fact: cows are highly skeptical of scoldings from pants-less raccoons.
Nothing to see here.
FYI, we don’t color the daily version of Hedge. If we did we wouldn’t put black dialogue against a dark blue (on my laptop screen) background.
I promise. We wouldn’t.
Contrary to popular opinion we really do want you to be able to read the strip.
We really do.
As Jo Allen over at comics.com wrote, “Now why can’t congress do that?”
Hammy is our copilot.
All Cartoon characters go to heaven.
Except for the girls in Apt. 3G.
Good girls go to heaven.
Bad girls go everywhere.
When you’ve written yourself up a tree and the tree’s on fire and the natives are shooting poison darts and the vampire scorpion on your neck is getting really thirsty and the asteroid the size of Texas with your name on it has just entered the atmosphere there’s only one thing you can do…
Play the Hammy card.
Hammy ex machina.