Monday, January 14th, 2008
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January 14th, 2008 at 11:34 pm
Yeah, I’m always locking myself out of my house. I have to keep a set of keys in my car.
January 14th, 2008 at 11:36 pm
That is the best ending to a Fart Party comic ever. And I love how the water is in a tentacle like in “The Abyss”, reaching up to slobber on your cookie.
January 15th, 2008 at 12:35 am
That stranger should have bought you a new cookie. Cheap bastard…
January 15th, 2008 at 6:54 am
Yeah! cookies from strangers in NY?
maybe, just maybe that’s not such a great idea.
Or am I being too anti-NY?
January 15th, 2008 at 6:55 am
Of course, you could have given him your soggy cookie.
That would have *really* confused him.
January 15th, 2008 at 6:56 am
At the very least, if you buy a stranger a replacement cookie when they’re looking sad, that’s some excellent good karma. Oh well.
January 15th, 2008 at 9:04 am
i think she probably bought the cookie at a bakery…
i agree with matthew; best ending EVAR! But I think the look of complete shock and dismay in the forth to last panel is just perfect in every way. Dude, that should be your icon or avatar or whatever youcallit for your shelfari and facebook profiles. forever!
January 15th, 2008 at 11:55 am
One time I got locked out while I was walking the dog and I forgot my cellphone and didn’t have ANYTHING on me but a giant dog and a bag for her poop. I had to wait outside the building for about two hours before the landlord’s girlfriend came home. I didn’t get an amusing comic out of it though, at least you have that!
January 15th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Sarah’s right. That may be one of my favorite single images from you.
January 15th, 2008 at 2:22 pm
Pants, he he. Reminds me of when Improv Everywhere folks ride the subway without pants.
January 15th, 2008 at 3:17 pm
Your misery is comedy gold. Trust me when I say, you’re going to look bad and cherish the suckage that is your life right now and say “Ahh.. the good ol’ days.” You’ll say ‘fuck you!” now.. but you’ll say “right on!” later in life.
…Later, in the future, when people will start saying “right on!” again.
January 15th, 2008 at 5:51 pm
Also, I know what it’s like to lock myself out of my place in my PJs - I had to walk through central london in PJs and slippers (thankfully I had then on) when I locked myself out of my place in Kings Cross, down to trafalgar square where my flatmate was working as a chef to pick up a set of keys - at least he had the deceny to lend me a tube fare back home!
January 15th, 2008 at 6:11 pm
I’m torn between feeling sorry for you in your plight (even if it does make for some good funny) and feeling pissed off about the nosy stranger dude. Where do guys get off thinking they have a right to tell some miserable looking woman on the street to cheer up, or to smile, or “gee it can’t be that bad”? Like we’re obligated to be charming, and to try to look attractive and welcoming, all the fricking time.
Sorry. Feeling ranty. I’m glad you were wearing pants, though. And shoes.
January 15th, 2008 at 10:25 pm
oh, there’s no “fuck you”-ing about this, I drew this comic as soon as I got home from this whole debacle. I thought that shit was funny while it was happening. I have a hard time taking myself seriously.
January 16th, 2008 at 11:35 am
the “what the hell” face after your cookie gets splashed is fucking great. even for a stick figure, that’s exactly the face i would make. “buh.. guh.. wha.. FUCK!”
January 16th, 2008 at 4:59 pm
Most door locks can be set so they don’t lock automatically! Yes, it takes a second every time you leave your house to lock the door with your key, but you won’t ever lock yourself out again . . . or forget your keys.
In less hectoring news, I saw a big stack of The Fart Party book at Forbidden Planet yesterday. It looks great!
January 17th, 2008 at 2:43 pm
Great comic!