
Showing posts with label Crankshaft. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Crankshaft. Show all posts
Monday, January 3, 2011
Crankshaft: I use mine to kill spiders in the basement.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Crankshaft: These are Tinkerbelle's antidepressants.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Crankshaft: It's scary to think of what things would be like if he weren't around.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Crankshaft: The land of the free, my foot...
Saturday, April 3, 2010
Crankshaft: I need some quality time with the Reader's Digest.
Friday, January 29, 2010
Crankshaft: Gas store?
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Crankshaft: We needed Lena to get a strike for us to win, and she threw the slowest ball I've ever seen!

Friday, January 22, 2010
Crankshaft: Can I get anyone a beer while we're waiting?

Thursday, January 21, 2010
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Crankshaft: It's frozen corn.

The baffling thing is that, say you live next to an enormous fucking asshole. Why would you invite him to your party? Are you that lonely and pathetic? It wouldn't seem so, as there are other people there. Or maybe they're all enormous fucking assholes too, as that's the only kind of person you can get to come to your parties? But that doesn't make sense because enormous fucking assholes generally don't want to attend parties and only do so by accident, like Crankshaft. So maybe you're just a masochist? Or an idiot? Or a character/plot device in a comic strip?
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Crankshaft: The yardwork is over and dad can't hurt himself for another four months.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Crankshaft: How did things go at the doctor's, Dad?
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Crankshaft: They've all got their own ox to grind.

There's no way this can end well.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Crankshaft: Hey! You missed one!
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