Sometimes I finish a comic and have a few random scans left over. They don't really fit together, other than it's a pleasant surprise - kind of like when you find those random fries in the bottom of the hamburger bag that had fallen out.
So, here are some remaining nuggets from Crack Comics #41:
I'm not sure what that meant back in the day, but please don't ever call a woman a "peach for your whiskers." That can't possibly end well.
I love these Charles Atlas ads because of the multiple Random Bitch-Slap(s)!(tm!):
Um.... Mr. Atlas, I realize you're paying for the add, but you are totally blocking the shot there.
Joe is fed up with being a weakling! So he's going to go home and knock over a lamp!
I have yet to see one of these ads where a lamp wasn't knocked over. These ads were probably underwritten by the lamp industry.
Unlike most other Atlas ads, Joe doesn't sock his foe in the mug. Instead.....
That's right! Slappity-slap-slap-slap! You'll take a bitch-slap from a he-man and you'll like it! Slappo!
I know how to play chess, but I'm not a big fan and I'm not very good at it. This is probably because I have the attention span of a hummingbird. But that, my friends, is bitchin'.
But just to make it more interesting, I'd want it to start every match with an intro like from Batman Beyond:
Also quite bitchin'.
I have the Justice League Monopoly set. I never actually got to go to a WB store before AOL decided that nothing that cool could continue to exist, but I love the few things I have from there. It's probably just as well. Beloved is a bit more patient when I confine all of my comic-related things to one room. It's the same room where she has stored doll-house furniture in the original box for the last twelve years for no reason, so it's kind of a Room of Tolerance. We don't speak of it.
See you tomorrow!