Not much needs to be added to this cartoon. Whether you love cats or hate them….they are ASSHOLES. Why is it that cats can sleep 9 hours of their day on hardwood floors and yet when they have to vomit up a hairball they nonchalantly move over to the carpet, the couch or the bed?
My wife said no one but me would get today’s cartoon because I must be the only one that can go to bed and be chilled and in the middle of the night tear the covers off me because I am burning up. I said she was the odd one who went to sleep and woke up cold even though she insists we keep our house on 73 degrees in the winter.
How can I even be chilled when going to bed? Well, my mother said my wife has wussified me because when I was living with my parents the thermostat barely went over 67.
Anyone else get the night sweats?
It was announced today that Nestle has voluntarily recalled two varieties of Hot Pockets. For those who follow comedian Jim Gaffigan, you may know that he is known for his bits about loving Hot Pockets.
So President Barack Obama had his State of the Union (or as I prefer State of the Disillusioned) address yesterday where he talks about his plans for the coming year. Everything was a typical Presidential address and nothing I heard that was new. However one comment he made did make me chuckle:
That’s why I’ve been asking CEOs to give more long-term unemployed workers a fair shot at new jobs, a new chance to support their families. And in fact, this week many will come to the White House to make that commitment real.
Sure CEO’s have the power to set direction but I found it funny as most CEO’s (especially in the larger sized companies that would garner a White House invite) are probably out of touch with hiring decisions anyway. And do we really need to have them fly to the White House to get their buy-in? More sad is that he has three years left in his term and already they are calling him a lame duck President. Ouch. Congress (both sides of the aisle) needs to quit waiting for the next best thing to get things done.
Miss me? Today’s cartoon was inspired by….. well I am not really sure. Just one of those things that pops into your head at 12AM when you are trying to sleep. Hmmmm…how would it be if a porcupine’s mating ritual including having to pick up a woman in a bar. Don’t ask, just be happy I posted something for you to see here besides a three week old Christmas cartoon.
This cartoon is for all the Egg Nog haters in the world including my wife who instead of calling it Elf Piss, jokingly always refers to Egg Nog as Phlegm. I, on the other hand, can’t get enough of the stuff and wonder why consumption seems to be limited only to the holiday season.
Speaking of holidays, I am taking one so there will be no updates until after the new year here and I will be absent from visiting other’s blogs for the time being. So as a bonus, Michael Pohrer of Tooned In has updated his guest cartoon he did for me in a past year. Have a safe and enjoyable Christmas and New Years and I will see you in 2014.
And here you thought snow balls came from the ground. Oh no my friends. The fresh ones come right off the vine…er snowman.
I have a feeling others have done this joke before me only cuz it seemed so obvious. I am sure my astute readers will point it out.
Jon Esparza over at Jon’s Crazy Stuff put out a call for cartoons falling into several categories. I of course chose Frosty coming to life in my own twisted way. That dog was always around in the Frosty special and you can bet he relieved himself at some point in the snow. Why not right before he was built. Follow Jon at JonsCrazyTweets and check out all the other cartoon entries at Jon’s Crazy Stuff.
Here is something you probably didn’t know. Researchers have concluded and farmers have known for years that playing music to cows can increase milk production around 5%. Now some cows prefer hard rock and some prefer classical, but all cows agree that they won’t produce if Justin Bieber’s music is played. Ok I made that last part up.
So what age is it that you can’t wait to leave your own party because you are tired. We hosted a party this weekend. I can remember in my 20’s when we didn’t even go out to the bars until 10PM. Now 10PM is the time we are coming home. I don’t know how many more years I have before I dye my hair blue and am eating dinner at 5PM (with a coupon).
In my 20’s I could go to bed with a dirty place after a party and deal with it in the morning. Now in your 30’s/40’s, somehow you get all responsible and feel the need to spend an hour cleaning up before you go to bed so you don’t have to deal with it in the morning.