Um, about that that arm-rip — okay, there might well have been another seam or weak point hidden under the sleeve, but the elbow joint (and a a fair bit of arm above it) seems to have gone missing entirely. (In this strip anyway; it was visible yesterday.)
Pre-deads? I like the idea that those with boring jobs, are glued to screens of all types, or are just coach potatoes are fatally mindless. The next t-shirt craze?
Most pre-deads major in dieology, but in the end very few of them are able to pass the DCAY to enter a deadical program and become hearses or de-administrators instead.
I’ve been stalkin’ this beat too long,
Thinking of right and wrong,
I know every corpse from these empty gravesites of Colma.
Where brushfires burst out in flame,
And corpses get eaten away in the public domain.
There’s been a load of obfuscation
On the way to our creation.
But I’m gonna go where the blights are whining to me!
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
Like a civil servant!
Pushing files and papers from people who don’t even know,
With circumstances sine qua non.
Well, we really do need the rains.
And my mouth can eat up the brains.
But it’s down with the swamp in the drains, that’s knowing the wrong way.
And I think of the things to do,
With a torn-loose arm just to show this bitchin’ new tattoo.
There’s been a load of obfuscation
On the way to our creation.
But I’m gonna go where the blights are whining to me!
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
Like a civil servant!
Pushing files and papers from people who don’t even know,
With circumstances sine qua non.
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
Like a civil servant!
Pushing files and papers from people who don’t even know!
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
—from “Rhinestone Cowboy,” Glen Campbell. (John Matthews / Darren Sampson / Larry Weiss)
Now I wonder what the other people in the office would see if she started biting through someone’s skull. Overly aggressive noogies?
“Egad, she’s snapped! She’s attacking our supervisor!! Call the po . . . wait, let’s think about this.”
Yes, indeed… let’s keep a lid on it… any other coworkers we don’t like that we could maybe bring in for her to snack o– I mean, talk to?
Oh, Tip… you’re just jealous because you can’t rip your own arm off at will.
Um, about that that arm-rip — okay, there might well have been another seam or weak point hidden under the sleeve, but the elbow joint (and a a fair bit of arm above it) seems to have gone missing entirely. (In this strip anyway; it was visible yesterday.)
Probably fell on the floor just out of shot! I’m guessing it took the tattoo with it, because I don’t see any tattoo.
It’s …. ooon the otherrr siiide.
That’s exactly why tip is questioning its boring-ness (if it’s boring, they’ll do it less, so, less lost elbows)
Well, there’s certainly another seam now!
I believe Tip’s concern may be more personal, having achieved “boring” status himself…
Pre-deads? I like the idea that those with boring jobs, are glued to screens of all types, or are just coach potatoes are fatally mindless. The next t-shirt craze?
Most pre-deads major in dieology, but in the end very few of them are able to pass the DCAY to enter a deadical program and become hearses or de-administrators instead.
I’ve been stalkin’ this beat too long,
Thinking of right and wrong,
I know every corpse from these empty gravesites of Colma.
Where brushfires burst out in flame,
And corpses get eaten away in the public domain.
There’s been a load of obfuscation
On the way to our creation.
But I’m gonna go where the blights are whining to me!
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
Like a civil servant!
Pushing files and papers from people who don’t even know,
With circumstances sine qua non.
Well, we really do need the rains.
And my mouth can eat up the brains.
But it’s down with the swamp in the drains, that’s knowing the wrong way.
And I think of the things to do,
With a torn-loose arm just to show this bitchin’ new tattoo.
There’s been a load of obfuscation
On the way to our creation.
But I’m gonna go where the blights are whining to me!
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
Like a civil servant!
Pushing files and papers from people who don’t even know,
With circumstances sine qua non.
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
Like a civil servant!
Pushing files and papers from people who don’t even know!
Like a civil servant!
Hiding out in a suite of an entangled do-si-do.
—from “Rhinestone Cowboy,” Glen Campbell. (John Matthews / Darren Sampson / Larry Weiss)
Belated but sincere congratulations on another great filk!