I want to see that video.
Sometimes I like just looking at the pictues from the first and last panel before I read the comic. And this one…well… uh…
Pretty much the same logic with why fortune tellers never try to predict winning lottery numbers and then buying ’em tickets for their own
Usually you have to get me scared first before I start crapping bricks of gold…
As painful as that curse might be, I’d live with it. Think of how much organic pain reliever you could buy with a gold brick. “Sorry, I don’t have a Benjamin. Will you take small lumps of gold? Clean I swear!”
Well, if it’s PURE gold it shouldn’t hurt that much…
Also, if you pooped PURE gold, there would be no NEED to clean it off because there would be NOTHING to clean OFF of it! Cleaver! 😀
Yeah, I think the same thing about “fortune tellers”. Why aren’t they all cleaning up on the Lottery?
And yeah, pooping gold…that’s gotta hurt!
If the gold is synthesized in a process similar to the original product then it should just be a damp clod of gold dust….. well except for the corn-on-the-cob ….. I don’t think one curse would over-ride the original curse of corn-on-the-cob.
It’s due to all those naughty kids they buy! Who could possibly be rich with all those horrid brats who’s parents sold them?
Haha nostalgic! I hope my parents’ threats were empty, but they always said that they could never find a gypsy when they needed one.
Xylophone music was and always will be techno. I must admit to not having seen a Xylo performance since Ed Sullivan went off the air.
Well there is always Tubular Bells which is a variation on a xylophone,.
Actually there’s a “clause” that make fortune teller to unable to predict their own future (even though they can jump through a loop hole by asking a fellow fortune teller).
The first panel is gold. I laughed sooo hard.
So the entire strip is cyclical then…
So Geordi LaForge was actually a techno-xylophonist? Who knew?
You just won the comment award.
Don’t wait for the “Royal Flush” wait the kid with the golden eggs. 😉
I would rather curse me with owning a thousand rocks that are a perfect circle, and than turn them into gold.
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