The Peanut Butter Shot

While in the MTC, my district and I dutifully reported to the little MTC medical clinic to receive our gamma globulin shots (affectionately called the peanut butter shot due to the thickness of the stuff being injected into your body). We were told that the area of the world in which we were serving (former Yugoslovia generally, in my case, Slovenija specifically) required that we get the shot on a regular bases.

The shot hurt and we were all sore for a couple of days, but we were sorer still when we left the MTC for our mission and was told that the gamma globulin shot wasn't necessary for the area where we were serving.

Still, the gamma globulin shot makes for a funny strip as long as it's happening to somebody else. As Mel Brooks once said, "Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die."
As a matter of full disclosure, I should point out that this particular strip was based off of a joke suggested from another one of my brothers.

One Last Boy Scout Camp for the Year

Looks like there is just enough summer left for one last boy scout camp gag this year.

Missionary Journal

About a week and a half ago, I had a caption contest on this very blog. And based on the number of captions provided by my brother Eric VDG, you would think he fancied himself as my own personal gag writer, or something.

Well, actually, he has had some experience in that. While I was drawing my Elder Van Dyke missionary strips, Eric did provide some fully formed jokes for me like the one below.

I'm publishing it today as a nod to him and to thank him for single-handily moving the comments to the caption contest post into double digits.

Football Season is Just Around the Corner

I try not to push my sports fandom on this blog because I realize that you can be a good Latter-day Saint and still root against BYU, but holy cow! Have you heard the latest on BYU? They're kind of dominating the news right now.

I would think even the most ardent support of the Crimson Club would be following this story with some interest. Who knows, maybe he'd even be willing to venture out into the south foyer second hour to talk football with the ward's members of the Cougar Club.

The Dog Gone Missionary Blues

Continuing last week's discussion on the importance of learning to play the guitar for the purpose of courting a girl: just a notch below guitar playing in the wooing skill set, is the ability to write a love poem. Unfortunate for me, not only can I not play the guitar, but I can also barely rhyme. So it's a good thing I can draw cartoons...chicks dig cartoons.

The Biggest Cliche in Cartooning

Today's gag is a riff on the biggest cliche in cartooning: the deserted island. Anyone who has so much as glanced at the comic section in any newspaper has been exposed to it dozens of times.

The reason it is so popular is because it's so versatile. You can pretty much use it for anything. Shoot, within the LDS cartooning world alone I've seen it a half-dozen times.

So, here's my challenge to you, dear reader: come up with another LDS-specific caption for this strip.

Learning the Guitar

There were a high number of missionaries I knew who taught themselves the guitar while I was on my mission. I guess they figured that by doing so it would help their social life after their mission (I understand that girls love being serenaded to).

The Danger of Being in a Calling Too Long

Do you enjoy the jokes you find on this website? If so, you might want to consider purchasing a copy of Mormon Life. And right now it's on sale at Deseret Book and deseretbook.com for only $5.99--that's 60 percent off the regular price. Act now, supplies are limited (or wait a bit and I'm sure they'll reduce it to 80 percent the regular price).

Lock Your Hearts

Butterflies in your stomach and sweaty palms are not phrases usually used to describe the Holy Ghost.