I don’t think all the folks Trump wants to deport will have such a soft landing. Just saying.
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“See, we don’t need no stinkin’ punchline,” said the writer who now wishes he had written a punchline.
Once again: onward.
A lot of problems with today’s strip. RJ’s “brilliant” feels sarcastic when it isn’t meant to be. It should be in bold with an explanation point. Izzy’s “attack!!” should be bigger. We should have squeezed down the first and third panel to make room for a third interior panel to stretch out the push in on the marching ants. The punch line is fine, but the set-up is muddled.
We feed this beast everyday. Sometimes it stays down. Sometimes it comes back up.
For those of you living in northern climes (or foreign climes), the bite of a sartorially enraged fire ant is nothing to sneeze at. It ?!@#^!! hurts! And then it itches like hell and then it gets all pustular and then it erupts (after you scratch it, because it still ?!@$$!! itches like hell) and then as you can see below YOU’RE SCARED FOR LIFE!
On second thought, that tiny scar might have been from when I accidentally jabbed myself with a pencil after a particularly angry Angry Birds session.