If I wasn’t goofing off every couple of hours on Twitter, there would be no release valve for my dumb jokes. They’d clog my brain, preventing me from coming up with better stuff for the strip.
But occasionally one or two will plop out of my brain-hole that is good enough to share beyond my re-tweeting circle jerk. This is one of those times, and you dear blog readers, are the victims of my generosity.
I started off mentioning that all the scrotum jokes surrounding these infernal “tea parties” were beginning to bore me. That, in turn, threatened to reduce my output of cock n’ balls jokes, which are currently 33% of my total output. Then Dan Tobin, writer of the Urban Blah, requested a pie chart to find out what made up the other two thirds. Naturally, I obliged:
After looking at that, would you believe the guy who drew it is just a couple months shy of 30?
April 15th, 2009 at 3:51 pm
poot!
April 15th, 2009 at 3:57 pm
i love pie charts of thing that wouldn’t normally be charted.
April 15th, 2009 at 4:59 pm
Melissa – BLPPPTTTH!
Susannah – Then you might like this.
April 15th, 2009 at 5:41 pm
Farts is the Military Industrial Complex of your joke budget.
April 15th, 2009 at 8:10 pm
True, but it’s those cock n’ balls entitlements that are killing me.