Thursday, February 11, 2016

No Joke

This is why every politician worth his salt has on retainer amid all his or her speechwriters at least one joke writer.

(Alas, I can't take credit for this brilliant idea of a gag. I heard it nearly fully formed in an early-morning stake priesthood meeting from some youth from another ward. I wish I knew who to credit it to, but like I said it was early-morning and I wasn't quite that awake yet.)

Monday, February 8, 2016

New Age Purgatory

Here's an extremely old strip. Kids today might be looking at those weird cases in Elder Long's hands and wonder just what they are--not to mention the machine the circular disk fits into. What's more, I doubt missionaries are listening to 20-year old music none of them liked when it was new New-Age. That said, I don't even know what kind of music missionaries might be allowed to listen to in place of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir these days. Please feel free to pepper the comment section of this post with observations on my age and lack of hipness.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Preserving the Record

Get it? Because jams, jellys, and marmalades are all classified as fruit preserves.

Monday, February 1, 2016

The P in P-Day

To tell you the truth, my companions and I sometimes got confused over what the P in P-Day stood for too.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

72-Hour Fail

Our 72-hour kits might not be as behind the times as the one in this week's gag, but we are always surprised to find just how much our kids have grown since the last time we added clothes for them. Until children learn to stop growing, it takes almost a superhuman effort to stay up to date on a 72-hour kit.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Zombie

Sometimes, I might take a reader's submission and really twist it into something altogether different. Take today's strip, for example: recently, frequent contributor Emily P. sent me an idea regarding the classic resurrection teaching prop of a glove fitting on and off of a hand. In the experience she shared, the glove slipped out of a hand at the podium and fell into an open casket below. In and of itself, this is a really funny story, but I struggled with how to represent it in a strip or single-panel gag. Ultimately, my thoughts on the subject led to today's strip.

If you've got an idea you'd like to see me illustrate, please email me. But please recognize that all you'll get out of it is the honor (?) of seeing your idea show up on this page twisted and modified to my liking.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Ventriloquist Companion

Here's an odd little gag for you today.