This is, in all honesty, the most bizarre damn comic I've ever seen in my life. The literal reading, of course, is that General Halftrack is some kind of walking, talking blow-up doll. But I'm just a few credits shy of an English degree, and if my schooling has taught me nothing else, it has taught me how to analyze
Beetle Bailey comic strips. And so I know that this is actually an extended metaphor about gassiness. Which just means that I have yet another reason to wish I'd gone into computer science instead.
No comments:
Post a Comment