Saturday, May 21, 2005
Helga's Journal, midnight

The man can only count to 10 and a half, if you know what I mean.
One of the things I hate about living away from civilization is the total lack of ambient light. You can't see anything at night around here. And that damn cheap Hagar won't even light a candle out in the hallway for when one of the kids needs to use the little Viking's room. All we have to see by at night are these word balloons. If we need to find an extra blanket, we have to say so or we're trapped in total darkness. It's almost like I don't exist, like my creator (Odin) went golfing or something....
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Wow! If i were a comic strip creator (like Odin), I'd do all my strips like this one! I think I can be kind of funny, but I can't draw, so this is the solution: Total darkness.
Helga,
Hagar is a horrible elephant turd. I'm sorry you have to put up with that cheap viking.
I recommend you try smoking some grass. I've had to do this after years of being with Broom Hilda.
Gaylord The Buzzard
Hagar is a horrible elephant turd. I'm sorry you have to put up with that cheap viking.
I recommend you try smoking some grass. I've had to do this after years of being with Broom Hilda.
Gaylord The Buzzard
Mercy me, Helga! The more I hear about your husband, the harder I realize your life must be. I wish you patience, my dear, and I will be praying for you.
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