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[theinevitable]

dang. BROWN COUCH! BROWN COUCH!

also, a person mentioned a falafel. What is the deal with these? I, until recently, thought a falafel was some kind of fried-dough thing. I swear I have seen these. I have seen these, and they were called something like "falafel". But apparently, in addition to being used to scrub people in the shower, they are some kind of salad-food or something?

[Mite]

They're fried balls of garbanzo bean goodness. Also, they're about the only thing that kept any meat on my pansy vegan college boyfriend's frame.

I really loved the organic pork & beans. Reminds me of all the folks I know who buy only premade, ungodly expensive groceries form Whole Foods. One of my friends has started calling the place Whole Paycheck.

[smick]

"Whole Paycheck"

I heard a fellow call Starbucks "Fourbucks".   That seems to have stuck in my head.

"BROWN COUCH BROWN COUCH BROWN COUCH"

I love when the little otter gets like this.   The stuffed otter appears to be in the mood to sit upon his couch and drink a tall glass of King Piss.

[robot_roll_call]

Greetings!

The hobo is giving Phillippe the option of losing a dollar or losing the dollar that his mummy gabe him. I don't know exactly what that means, but I assume it was something that he was born with and it sounds a little bit too much like hobo-slang for virginity to not be terrifying.

It means Phillippe is five and the only place five year olds get money is from their parents

what the HELL people

[Formica]

It means Phillippe is five and the only place five year olds get money is from their parents

what the HELL people

Yeah, I got it more as "junkie trying to jog the mind of a five year old about money" than "euphemism for anal rape". Then again, anal rape is where you find it.

[wombat]

in addition to being used to scrub people in the shower, they are some kind of salad-food or something?

I think you may be confusing falafel with loofa.

[acoxcae]

I think you may be confusing falafel with loofa.

A mistake easily made, but with dire consequences.

[slumpman]

Yeah, I got it more as "junkie trying to jog the mind of a five year old about money" than "euphemism for anal rape".

Well i hope you're right, I like the lil' guy.

[vagittarius]

Well i hope you're right, I like the lil' guy.

I agree, this is complete innocent bum talk and nothing more. A cartoonist who recently had a child would be unable to write the other thing.

[littlefallsmets]

Yeah, not to be redundant or anything but, next time someone's not listening to me, I am DEFINITELY going to yell:

"BROWN COUCH! BROWN COUCH! PAY ATTENTION!"

It'd also make a decent underpinning for one of those techno-dance songs they play in head shops that are trying to "cross over" from selling to hippies and get into the lucrative raver market, that no one could actually dance to, that even ravers would not dance to, but is sort of a compromise between raver-techno and the fact that the samples are ironically funny to someone really really high.

Sort of neither giraffe nor fowl but close enough for the old guy with the beard and the bib jeans who isn't making his profit margin on Nag Champa and Darth Vader bongs, attempting to expand into the glow sticks and flavoured pacifier market, to put his daughter through college. She's going through a goth phase but she's going to end up an accountant and... it's going to break his heart.

It's going to break... giraffebeam McGuillicuddy or whatever his hippie name is's heart but he's gonna do it.

He'll stock the shelves with glitter shirts and "herbal ecstasy" if it means getting his daughter Starchild through college.

At least until he collapses into a pile of bitter tears upon finding out that, at college, she makes her friends call her "Karen".

Only then will he know that all the times he compromised his dreams for her were worth exactly doodley-squat.

And as he eats a gun in the aisle between the Black Light Posters and the Bead Curtains, the last thing he hears is:

"BROWN COUCH, BROWN COUCH, BUH-BUH-BROWN COUCH... BROOOOOOOOWN, BUH-BUH-BROOOOOOOWN, BROOOWN, BROWNBROWNBROWNBROWNBRU- PAY ATTENTION!"

[AugustWest]

Did you mean to post that here?

[AlohaDawg]

Teodor isn't a tack-on. He's along because he feels responsible for Philippe, having forgotten to tuck him in that night.

Spongebath is aliong because he carries a roll of ones. For the strippers, you know.

Wombat, you should write a mystery novel about a trashspotting sleuth with a pug.

[Formica]

And as he eats a gun in the aisle between the Black Light Posters and the Bead Curtains, the last thing he hears is:

"BROWN COUCH, BROWN COUCH, BUH-BUH-BROWN COUCH... BROOOOOOOOWN, BUH-BUH-BROOOOOOOWN, BROOOWN, BROWNBROWNBROWNBROWNBRU- PAY ATTENTION!"

You win at the internets

[wombat]

Wombat, you should write a mystery novel about a trashspotting sleuth with a pug.

Apparently I am way ahead of you. At least a week ago, well before this comic appeared, I wrote a scene where the sleuth takes an important clue out of the recycling, under cover of walking her Boston terrier.

This is kind of terrifying now that I realize it.  Is Onstad beaming stuff to the chip in my brain or what?  Oh well, I guess there are worse people to be under the mind-control of.  At least he's making a living at it - maybe it'll rub off.

[V-Adore]

I find it astounding how much Li'l Teodor looks identical in size to Regular Teodor, minus the legs. Also the fact that he was wearing the same boot/pant style as a wee tot is sort of worrying. (Unless that's just the way his legs are, in which case aiiiiiiigh)

I don't find anyone superfluous here. Emeril is the brains; Teodor is the heart; Spongebath is the inevitable faithful companion; and Beef is the wheels. Fear the Galaxie's mighty power.