All tomfoolery, all the time.
The first words out of my mouth after finishing this were a garbled "what the fuck." Bless you, Sara Lautman.
I hear that apple cider donuts have this same effect.
These are my very favorite children. I want to borrow someone's child so we can do this. (Or I could fund Iceberg to take the Bergie Bits to a fancy restaurant...)
Dibs on "Dickhole Mind Control" as my new band's name.
I haven't skulked around these parts in many a day, but I think I shall return again, like the swallows to Capistrano. Welcome, Haley!
Take the tab off his beer can and watch him struggle to open it! Not for too long, though--better get it for him and give him a kiss to make up for it. He's still the man, after all!
You know, in case you were wondering.
My favorite New Yorker cartoon-related blog is The Monkeys You Ordered.
@Lily Rowan It looks like animation to me--at least, the car does. Not 100% sure about the...guy thing. There's something weirdly ominous about it to me despite the chirpy music. Maybe it's the uncanny-valley quality combined with the aggressive nudity.