Dibs and Dabs

WORST POST EVER!

It ain’t all guns and fame around here, you know.

Especially since Pistol Whip has gone and left me in this creepy old office all by myself. I don’t know how to work the fax machine! I’m tempted to find the key to the “forbidden drawer” in the filing cabinet! And I have no one to walk on the paper-clip leash. The potted plants will die, and I’ll have to replace them with fakers and hope Pistol doesn’t notice.

Part of being serious is being smart. (Right?) Not regular super-smart, like me and Pistol, but New-York-Times-Magazine-article-on-the-first-
world-third-world-divide-in-China smart. Yowza! We leave that kind of smarts to our friend Yew Leong Lee. We’ll let you know when the article appears, so you can come to the study sessions and help us understand it.

Part of having fun is being dumb, or vice-versa. Here’s a drawing [redacted] did last night on a bar napkin:

I saved it to dab up the tears dibbling from my eyes.

by Left Hook | 2 April 2007 | random | Comments