Friday, March 22, 2013

Mister Clark

I kind of presume anyone who reads this blog also reads the Comics Curmudgeon. (if you don't, you probably should.) If you were reading way back in Spring 2007, you might be familiar with one Yancey Otha, AKA "Clambake." Is anyone getting a whiff of Clambake from Mister Clark here? Remember, Lu Ann, if Mister Clark tells you to, "Lock your eyes on one hole, get set, and swing. And keep doing it," just.... just run away, okay?

9 comments:

Hank said...

"I decided to make something good out of all that bad. We donated his organs to medicine, and a lot of lives were saved by his sacrifice. His shin bone we turned into a beak sharpener for his favorite parakeet, Mr. Sparky. I turned the rest of his bones into a footstool, and his skull became a jewel box for my wife. As for his flesh ... you don't want to know what we did with that."

NonnyMus said...

"I decided to make something good out of all that bad and I went to 'Nam myself to avenge his death. Wanna see my shrapnel scars? They're in a 'special area', if you know what I mean heh heh heh!"

Chris said...

I need an adult.

Anonymous said...

@Chris, Why do you need an adult? Do you want to buy liquor? Do you want to buy cigarettes? Are you going swimming in the deep end?

Inquiring minds want to know!

:)

J.R. Clark said...

Creepy old man proves even creepier.

Chris said...

@Anonymous

I need an adult because Mr Clark wants me to "Lock your eyes on one hole, get set, and swing. And keep doing it."

Inkwell said...

I clicked the provided link, and the first thing I saw was Dennis the Menace encouraging his father to flirt with another man.

That strip has changed since I was young!

Anonymous said...

@Chris,

Oh. Don't worry. The creepy old guy is just a drawing on paper. He can't do one thing to you!

Is that better?

Anonymous said...

"I decided to make something good out of all that bad, so I became a famous fashion designer. I've made millions of women become anorexic and that's good revenge for the shallow floozy who married my son the day he shipped out. Plus, I love the money! Not the noteriaty so much, but all I have to do is put on one of Greg's sweaters and take off my sunglasses and I'm all set.

...

Wait. Why are you crying? Is it because you can't afford Chanel? Is it that you can't fit into Chanel? All you have to do is go on a diet until your collarbones stick out, sweetheart!"