five string serenade - page 16 - graduation day (page 7) 



that crappy center panel was supposed to have been filled with another photo, or at least a much better drawing. never happened, as you can see. although a distant echo of a memory suggests that at least one version went out 'correct' . . . but i can't really prove it in my mind now.

 


 

So let me get it straight--your uncle sells fence post holes? Good work. Nice living?
I think it's awful. He just taking advantage.
I can't help it if they're stupid. I think it's better if I've got their money.
I hear there's people in Johnson County that built bunkers, in case all the black people attack!*

Want some trout, Uncle Grayfax?
Smells tasty. Don't mind if I do.

Fence post holes, eh? Low overhead?
Where's some more clean glasses?
Of course. I hear you're in the Mexican wrestling biz/
Yes--got some good armadillos on tour.



as you can see, what little trajectory this comic had blows to pieces across the entire sky.
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*true. Y2K didn't help the sanity level of this demented country . . . and was just a runup to the real fun. 

Posted: Sat - April 16, 2005 at 09:07 AM             |

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