“I am a product of Los Angeles Country,” says Mr. Fuck.
“Been around. I was left on the doorstep of a record store head-shop in the San Fernando Valley. I teethed on vinyl and breathed in herbs with my milk as a babe.”
“My best girl Lame Faced Doll says she loves the streets at night in the city of Los Angeles. She takes the metro, bus and walks miles into the high flying sun of mystery. She listens to the music where ever she finds it,” says the brave man Mr. Fuck.
“What inspires you is not my concern,” says Mr. Shit.
“Take me to any room and it is a holiday room…what is your concern is not mine.”
“Boredom and politics… anything but Boredom and politics..
This is dedicated to the man at the art store that threw his cigarette butt down on the asphalt and then picked it back up later and continued smoking it. Repetition always and Recycle everything…” Mr. Shit agrees with Mr. Fuck on this… they are comrades to the end.
The portable tape recorder was the thing to have at 12 years old. We would record stories, laughing and of course Dial A Joke. I think it cost our folks about 10 cents a phone call back in the early 70s. The jokes were always stupid, funny and a little nasty. This is Post a Joke via Flopside comics.
Mr. Fuck felt it was important to bring back the nasty humor.
Mr. Shit did not think the joke was funny at all.
Mr. Crap got a big smile on his face.
The rest of the Flopside Comics family were too busy watching Clint Eastwood films to care much…