#395 – Alligator Arms
Here’s the third golfing comic I promised y’all way back when. Ah, old people and their archaic terms. The worst part of this was that I began to think about my arms more when I’d get up to the tee to swing and it would totally put a funk on me. I sliced left, I sliced right, I dug down behind the ball, I topped it the entire fairway. Mmm, again, unsolicited advice? Of any kind? No thanks, no thanks, and no thanks.
Well, here we are everybody. The end of July. Starting tomorrow, the comics process is changing. In due time, comics for every day will be up and here on the site, but y’all will just have to be a bit patient. I hope none of you leave me for thinner, more sexy journal comics that put out on the first date. I’m worth the wait, I swear!
Why I just made this all into a sexual analogy, I have no idea…
See you in the future!
Snapple Real Facts #149: Theodore Roosevelt was the only president blind in one eye.
Then I look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide lick and taste
What’s the use in worrying, what’s the use in hurrying
Turn turn we almost become dizzy
– “Dancing Nancies” by Dave Matthews Band