Dude, I had the weirdest dream last night. I met my ex-wife and her lesbian lover. Of course my ex is not a lesbian, so I suppose her lover represents her new husband.
Anyway, I tag along with them to a steak restaurant. They're making out in the booth right in front of me. But I think, "OK, at least I'll get a good steak dinner."
But when I get my order, it's lime jello with grated carrots. So I go into the kitchen to complain and they put me to work. My job is to xerox and collate a 134 page report. The weird part is...
Damn I can still hear him. I either need bigger nails or a bigger hammer.
Hey there handsome. How about coming back to my place for some hot, sweaty tenacle sex.
Great, another tenacle groupie. Don't you girls ever see me as something other than a sex object.
I have feelings and aspirations beyond sticking my tenacles in various bodily orifices. Why do people see me as only as a means to get their ya-yas off and fail to see my inner beauty.
So about going back to my place, I've got the greatest assortment of high powered drugs, sex toys, and kinky porn you'll ever see.
Look, look mommy. A duck. A cute quacky duck. Quack quack ducky. Ducks got feathers and beaks and webby, webby feet. Quack, quack funny beaky ducky.
Ducks are funny when they walk. They waddle. Waddle. Waddle is a funny word. Waddle is a funny word for a funny walk. Waddle for me cute little ducky man.
How come you are not waddling. I know, there no water. Ducks like water. There is no water here for you to swim and play ducky games. That's OK Mr. Ducky. We can just sit here and quack
When I finish my beer and get off this barstool, you are sooo dead.
Jon, you look like shit. How did the job hunting go?
It was a long and grueling process. I had to wait an hour and a half before anyone saw me. Then I had to fill out a 25 page application, take a drug test, and pass a lie detector test.
Finally, I had an interview with the CEO of the company. I thought that went well, until he asked me a question I didn't know how to answer.
So this cat presents with lameness in the rear limbs. We rule out a broken back and herniated disks with radiographs and a myleograms.
Still not knowing what it is, we ultrasound the abdomen and find a huge fluid filled mass. We drained half a liter of pus. We still don't what kind of bacteria it is, since it's so slow growing.
I'll bet you it's Actinomycetes. Yeah had a case of that recently. Took 250 mg of Ampicillin three times daily for 9 months to clear that up.
This valuable quarterhorse comes in with colic. We do blood work, abdominal tap, and palpation. And we're still undecided whether to go to surgery. So I decided to redo the abdominal tap.
Better change the subject your wife is coming this way.
Err... I... I see this brunette with legs that won't stop and huge jugs on the other side of the room. Well, I start thinking of all the mean, nasty, perserve things I'd like to do with her.
OK, the coast is clear.
So where was I? Oh yeah. I stick the needle in several centimeters from the midline and hit a isolated pocket of peritonitis. So it's off to surgery. We must have removed 3 yards of gut.
Hi, Israphael here. I want to thank all of you for reading my strips. I like to use comedy to explore relationships, especially those between men and women.
I like to find humor in common experiences like a first kiss, or when a loved one leaves you for another, or like when women laugh when I take my clothes off... Ummm... What I mean to say is....
Mustn't run away. Mustn't run away. Mustn't run away.
I'm getting a complex here. First came Alice, who 3 months after we moved in together left me for her English professor. Then Julia, who left me in the middle of a date to have a lesbian fling.
Then there was Kay, who after we set an engagement date moved back in with her ex-husband. And of course Natsumi, who was screwing my....
DUDE! Would you at least look at me while I talk to you!
Tobor! Tobor are you there? We're getting complaints about your replacement. People are, excuse my french, getting a half-assed cornholing. Do something about it or you're fired!
TOBOR IS VERY UNHAPPY WITH INTERN. WHEN TOBOR GET INTERN, TOBOR MAKE SURE INTERN CAN NOT SIT FOR LONG TIME.
WHAT WILL TOBOR DO. MAYBE TOBOR ASK EX-WIFE FOR HELP. EX-WIFE OWE TOBOR FAVOR.
Let me see if I have this right. You what me to put on the strap-on and...
Not so fast now, Tobor. We gotta talk. I've got some good news and some bad news.
I'll give you the good news first. Since your ex-wife took over your route, profits have gone through the roof. You'll be glad to know that the stock for Manrape Inc. (NYSE symbol: MNRP) is up 200%.
The bad news is that in order to keep profits high and cost low, we are eliminating some positions... including yours.
Wake up Iz. I was wondering about the change in your writing style.
I have a report due on Friday and I have writer's block bad. I've been up 42 hour without sleep and have drunk way too many cups of coffee. Why what have I done?
Yesterday you submitted 34 comics, 28 of them involved donkeys and sodomy. Your last strip was nothing more than the two asian girls repeating the word 'penis' over and over and over again.
Oh, that bad.
Bad, nothing. I thought it was your most coherent work to date.
Tobor you're perfect. You're tall, sexy, and got a huge... er... um... instrument. You got what it takes to be a porn star, or my name isn't Ron Jeremy.
PORN STAR???
And I got the perfect porn star name for you, Rod Shafter
(Almost) True Veterinary Tales uses real conversations and with some artistic licence makes them funny...
So she gets in my face. And I tell her, "You can't talk to me that way. You're not a doctor yet". And she says, "Yeah, but I'll soon will be, and then we'll see who's right".
It's been my experience that veterinarians from Penn think very highly of themselves. I guess they get taught that attitude while they're students.
This episode is a little more fanciful than the others...
Well, she's already alienated all the techs and some of the clients. Yesterday she was pressuring Mrs. Walker into getting a cardiac exam for her dog. You know the poor woman can't afford it.
Well, in another week she won't be our problem. After she graduates, I don't think she come back here looking for a job. If she does, I'll just tell her we have no positions available.
Actually, Mrs. Walker can easily afford the procedure.
Look can you two continue your conversation another time and focus on the palpation. I getting tired of having your arm up my ass.
OK, this is not rocket science. You take this package to this address, deliver it, and get the person receiving it to sign your delivery log. Think you can handle that?
TOBOR UNDERSTAND.
Wonderful. Now here is your bicycle.
TOBOR WILL RIDE YOU NOW.
Look, you don't have to have a relationship with the bikes. Just ride the damn things.
So, what are the results of the interviews and tests performed on our potential new employee?
Tobor has questionable people skills. If you can call brutal personal assault a skill.
We performed a personality inventory by asking him what he'd do in various hypothetical situations. The term 'cornhole' came up 3/4 of the time.
We ran a lie detector exam on him. The needles never moved when he lied. Of course, they didn't move when he told the truth either.
Then there was that disagreeable incident, when one of the secretarys took the last cup of coffee. By the way, we're still trying to clean up the break room.
Gentlemen, I think we have our new executive trainee.
THAT IS ALL FOR NOW, SECRETARY-WHO-GIVES-HEAD. PLEASE SEND IN SECRETARY-WHO-TYPES.
OK Boss.
SECRETARY-WHO-TYPES WHAT IS ON TOBOR'S SCHEDULE TODAY.
9 am: squash with the vice-president in charge of marketing, 10 am: motivational talk with the boys from R&D, 11 am: meeting with CEO of ManRape Inc. regarding our hostile takeover bid.
TOBOR STRANGELY STIMULATED BY LAST BIT. YOU MAY GO. PLEASE SEND IN SECRETARY-WHO-GIVES-HEAD.
Hello, Tobor. It's good seeing you again. You're looking well.
TOBOR NOT INTERESTED IN JIBBER JABBER. WHEN TOBOR LEAVE MANRAPE INC., IT WAS STRONG COMPANY. WHAT HAPPENED?
Helmut got greedy and started embezzling. He split with the company's assets leaving me in charge. But I can't sodomize and run the company at the same time.
Anderson, come quick. After many years of work, I've finally done it! I've isolated the particles that make up humor... the quanta of comedy.
Wow, that's great!
Don't you see what this means. No more lame jokes. We can finally move beyond strips about donkeys and sodomy. Look in the microscope and you can see the particles for yourself.