Time to pay tribute once again to gocomics’ best buddy, Old Thomas Bowdler…
A member of your least-favorite political party walks into a bar. There, sitting on a barstool, he sees a redneck drinking a beer, holding onto the lash of a huge, mean-looking alligator. “What are you doing with that alligator in here?” he demands to know.
“This-here is a specially trained ’gator. Watch this!” whereupon the redneck takes a blackjack out of his pocket and whacks the alligator hard right on its skull. The reptile immediately begins giving the redneck a backrub*. “Hey, do you want to try it?” he asks the party member.
“I don’t know – maybe,” is the response. “But do you have to hit me that hard?”
Time to pay tribute once again to gocomics’ best buddy, Old Thomas Bowdler…
A member of your least-favorite political party walks into a bar. There, sitting on a barstool, he sees a redneck drinking a beer, holding onto the lash of a huge, mean-looking alligator. “What are you doing with that alligator in here?” he demands to know.
“This-here is a specially trained ’gator. Watch this!” whereupon the redneck takes a blackjack out of his pocket and whacks the alligator hard right on its skull. The reptile immediately begins giving the redneck a backrub*. “Hey, do you want to try it?” he asks the party member.
“I don’t know – maybe,” is the response. “But do you have to hit me that hard?”
*of COURSE a backrub. What else?