Oxymorons & Hangovers

I knew I wasn't the only one

Best Day Ever

 

I sent this comic to a co-worker, who responded, 'And hamsters??'

'Well, my best day ever would be Captain Morgan bottles & bunnies. Yours would be Jack & hampsters. It's all the same concept!"

"We're such alcoholic losers."

"My mom said I was a winner!"

"My mom said I was an accident."

How I like it

Friend suggested we take my contest winning streak to Vegas. I suggested we leave immediately.

A love which warrants atomic war poems* is the love that I want:

*will also accept apocalyptic love poems

I'm going to send this one to someone right now. Having someone else express romance to your crush is totally ideal. 

Birds guts 'n sparkles just scream sex.

-Pretty Lush

I HAVE TYPED THIS !@#$IN' POST THREE TIMES

Last night I became a little overwhelmed, resulting in tears and snot all over a friend's shirt, who commented simply, "It's okay. I wore the absorbent one for you."

And no, before you say all shirts are absorbent, not all friends, er, shirts are so willingly absorbent. But this one was and it did the job.

More so than I am addicted to Dear Old Love I am stuck on A Softer World.

 

   

Because a 'harsh' comic is the story of my fucking life. I populate bordered boxes labeled with dialogue that makes no one laugh. And it RULES.

On Saturday I was caller twenty to KROQ and I won two Metallica tickets. Which means for every busy signal I've ever gotten, the odds of winning balance out to 6,942,130:1, which I think is fair. And THEN today, I get an e-mail that I've won lunch for my whole office from Chick-Fil-A by dropping my business card in a box. If Mitch Hedburg taught me anything, it was that I could be a potential lunch winner too.

Yes, I'm buying a lottery ticket on the way home. Just to ensure it's a quickly fading streak of good luck. 

-Pretty Lush

No words