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[wombat]

No no no I mean strangers to me would be different. I mean, I have known these guys all these years. It's not what I expected, first thing after dragging myself out of bed on a lethargic dying-summer Friday morning. It was not previously part of my universe of possibilities.

But, OK, I can't complain. If I wanted predictable, I could read Peanuts reruns, right?

[slink]

Oh dear, I think I'm still laughing...

If he needs two days to come up with a strip like this, I say he takes it whenever he wants.

[jough]

Okay, your comments drew me back into reading the strip again today.

This one was pretty funny.  I mean, two dudes blowing each other pretty much always = comedy, right?

Teodor's thumbs-up was the funniest thing in the strip for a while.  Who among us hasn't gotten head and had the blower give hand signals in response to conversation?  I ask you!

[Cap'n Squeakers]

Man, the motion lines around Teodor's head in the last two panels is just.. upsetting.  I suppose it is inevitable that Bobby or someone will make an animated gif out of this that will cause my wang to retreat even further into my body.

[mrchee]

You are now entering.... The Twilight Zone

[side_show]

Wow, it has been a really long time since I laughed out loud at Achewood.  I didn't even bother reading yesterdays thing... I took one look and my mind just rejected it.

Anyway, this one is wonderful.

"You've got money.  Call a prostitute.  Quit yelling about groceries." is just fantastic.  

In awkward sexuality-related moments on the personal front news, I was over at my friend's house, and I mean, friends from old times.  Grade school.  I was there to tend to her post-operatively, after the removal of all four wisdom teeth, and she was drugged and a bit out of it.  She insisted on doing a couple wobbly yoga moves - I think she was trying to show me she was fine, but really, it only further demonstrated that she was not.  

This friend has always been just mildly homophobic, and was really, really uncomfortable when she found out well after the fact that I had secretly dated a girl we both knew in highschool.  It is something I knew we couldn't talk about then, or now.  Ever since then, though, I have been her go-to-gal when it comes to all things gay.  She'll ask me "at what point does it become 'sex' when two women are involved?"  That sort of thing.  To prepair for my coming over to "baby sit," she had rented Brokeback Mountain.  Not just because of the previously mentioned stuff, but because she wanted to see it and her also mildly homophobic husband had designated this movie as one he refused to watch, one she should watch with me.  So during the movie, she asked if I knew about "the rusty trombone," and I replied that I had not.  She went on to tell me that she and her husband were out at some joke shop when he saw a pair of boxers referring to "the rusty trombone," and that he just cut up laughing, because apparently her husband and his best friend  had a joke about this.  Anyway, my slightly homophobic friend, then went on to explain to me, since I was unaware, exactly what "the rusty trombone" is  (beyond the definition here, she went on to explain the "rust" and where it comes from - needless to say, it's from the trombonist previously having had his can rocked by the trombone).  This whole procedure had been explained to her by her husband.  She marveled that the expression is so common that novelty boxer shorts have been made.  I marveled that her husband and his bestfriend had some sort of running gag about this... but apparently it isn't funny to imply someone's husband and bestfriend are gay for each other while watching Brokeback Mountain, even if it obviously isn't true.

[misterqueue]

In awkward sexuality-related moments on the personal front news, I was over at my friend's house, and I mean, friends from old times ...  She insisted on doing a couple wobbly yoga moves

This did not end up as I expected it to at all. 

[idiomsavant]

(beyond the definition here, she went on to explain the "rust" and where it comes from - needless to say, it's from the trombonist previously having had his can rocked by the trombone).

I would have thought that the "rust" was from the trombonist's mouth contacting the... "mouthpiece," as it were.  There certainly may be rust on the "slide" from previous can-rockin', but it wouldn't be necessary for your textbook Rusty Trombone, as recognized by the International Olympic Committee or other appropriate sanctioning body.

[Turbo Ninja]

...your textbook Rusty Trombone, as recognized by the International Olympic Committee or other appropriate sanctioning body.

The sanctioning body for Rusty Trombones is never appropriate.  They miss no opportunity to make a distasteful observation about a lady's feminine parts or a man's past dalliance with homo curiosity.

They'll even do it in mixed company.

And you should totally see the "motivational" posters they hang on the walls of their office.

[slink]

"You've got money.  Call a prostitute.  Quit yelling about groceries." is just fantastic. 

That, and the line about not buying a sponge for fear of calls from INXS I loved. And Ray's realisation that he really should have at least brought Teodor a soda as recompense. Recompense or remuneration, I'm not sure...

I also might adopt the line 'Don't sass me when I'm grumpy. I'll have you slayed.' That would work for me.

[theinevitable]

jough-- that has never happened to me. I am sharing because... You asked me.

so, I am waiting for the part of College where I run into Q in the streets.

or the thing Jough was talking about happens.

[Roger]

Interesting how Ray doesn't immediately rule out Téodor's proposition on the grounds of that being a totally gay thing to do.

And now I desperately want to try some mushroom kebabs, but I'm sure that when I do it the memory of Téodor going down on Ray will ruin the whole experience.

[rabidambulance]

I feel like the carbonation and acidity of soda might do a good job in clearing out any...mawkish residue.

[Drastic Action]

I actually had made some portobello kabobs on the grill last evening, shortly before reading this.  That is where the similarities in this strip and my life end.

[mrdna1]

Man ... I've read this strip about fifteen times since I woke up and it still hasn't lost its luster. I never thought seeing a stuffed bear fellate a sexually frustrated cat could be so funny ... of course, I've never really thought about a stuffed bear fellating a sexually frustrated cat before either.

I'd say thumbs up to Onstad on this one, but ... well ... yeah.