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While the Fuck family was sitting around the table wondering if they would be doing easter eggs this year, and wondering who would be the bunny to hand out the candy, a comic good friday flashback came to Mr. Shit’s mind. He has punkarama dementia and is not on the up and up.
“I think JESUS followed in his mama’s footsteps!!”
“Oh really, ” said Mr Pee Wee Gutter?
“Maybe so,” said Mr. Crap !!
“He may have a fucking point. Heysus was not a cabinet-maker like his dad. He had a whole bunch of dames following him around and paying his experiences too,” said Mr. Pee Wee Gutter!!
“This goes against my belief system dudes. I refuse to be the bunny,” said Bloody Elbows.
Then Mr. Fuck picked up a book he found in the trash a few days earlier.
“I read in this book that Heysus was a good cook. He liked to barbecue all sorts of fish for his fucking buddies and did free poetry readings!”
“Remember to be more than an asshole….Flopside comis suck and so do you!!”
Today I heard a friend describe another friend as Lame and Stupid… now at Flopside Comics this is a holy fucking royal term that is to be honored with glorious reverence !! Here we all have it tattooed on our butts and since this is the case…we will not show it. But it is there just the same…
A happy after fucking valentines day toast …
To the Lame and Stupid…!!
Light Bulby Baby
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…
Life: It is about the gift not the package it comes in. ~Dennis P. Costea, Jr.
Mr. Fuck does not bowl, play football, kickass in soccer or shoot the moon…he is a poseur for the dames!!
I remember one day waiting for the stores to open. I was parked in-front of an Art Store. I knew the joint was closed but watched a guy go up to the door and pull on it. Before he did this he tossed his cigarette butt to the ground. Once he found out the place was closed he went looking for it on the dirty asphalt jungle street. I watched as he looked for it, found it and picked it up. It was still hot and he walked away smoking it. This image is inspired by the man and the cigarette butt…glory hallelujah!!
It’s so cute!!
I heard the kids laughing in the other room around the kitchen table. Then Mr. Fuck showed me the paper. My son drew a hand giving the finger. The kids were having a laugh over silly things. Anyways…Mr. Fuck was so inspired that he did his very first Art Project. He said,
“This is something we all do now and then. Almost as much as picking our nose… ”
He may take an art class… the music added by a kid.