Dumont? I don’t deliver for them. I deliver for Life Cafe- that random hipster restaurant/bar in Bushwick. And I know it’s fucking cold in the city, I delivered last night in the wind and snow. it sucked at least three balls.
you know why I “spit acid” at people on this forum? cause some of you say some really stupid shit, like “do you have a gun?” no, I don’t have a fucking gun and no none is going to try to mug me for a turkey burger and three PBRs.
what’s this willy-b food mafia? will they let me be their friend? do I have to cross my heart and swear to die that I’ll never reveal the fact that we all secretly sneak french fries from delivery orders?
personally i like when you spit acid at us… and that would be hard as shit to deliver to squatters. i live in a city that has a crossroad of two interstates with epic hobo traffic that wander around downtown and various parks scaring the shit right out of my sigmoid colon when they emerge out of the bushes as I’m trying to control the outbreak of WEST NILE. trying to track homeless people down to deliver some food can’t be easy..
“none is going to try to mug me for a turkey burger and three PBRs.”
Well before I just thought you had a few dollars in change, but now that I know that there’s beer and turkey burgers to be had the muggings will begin.
personally I like being your toady… can I do tricks to delight queen Julia as she fires volleys of acidic hate pearls that she carefully cultivated from the sand in her vagina (which is the reason for the disposition) @ me.
Dance Monkeys…
DANCE!
Hey I was gonna say, is that Life Cafe? We used to order from there all the time when we lived in Bushwick, it was either that or Anytime. Does Duncan still work there? And where do the squatters live? I never saw no squatters back when I was living in that neighborhood. But I do remember riding my bike under the JMZ to go to work and praying to god my tires didn’t get popped by all the fucking broken pieces of debris littering the streets. That’s a rugged ride my friend, I salute you. It’s too bad we don’t live there anymore (actually not really, our apartment is now 2x as big for less $$) because we always tried to tip well.
I used to know Duncan when we were still in high school. He was my roommate for a little while too. I have some interesting stories about that boy. Small world, eh?
no duncan works there that I know of. tis a small world indeed! next time I see you, I’ll wow you with more small world stories, I’ve complied a lot over the last few weeks. the quatters lare somewhere on thames st, fuck if I know since there’s no real address for me to remember- in one of all those giant loft/warehouse places I think. and yeah, riding under the JMZ is a fucking nightmare. plus there’s always weird black soot and/or water falling from it. ugh.
Feh! Back when I was delivering stuff we had to go uphill both ways in the snow.
We were tipped with punches to the face.
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February 11th, 2008 at 10:49 am
At least you get to ride your bike again.
February 11th, 2008 at 11:51 am
btchy friends, dont they know that dirt is good?
February 11th, 2008 at 12:05 pm
delivering to squatters?
class A material for a horror movie
or a porno….
February 11th, 2008 at 12:11 pm
Who are you delivering for?
February 11th, 2008 at 12:21 pm
Ha you should so pimp your bike! Put a little tip basket on the front like $5 minimum I mean you KNOW where they live
February 11th, 2008 at 1:48 pm
Tell them you bathe bizarro world style!
February 11th, 2008 at 2:56 pm
at least you can look forward to delivering for dumont and hooking up with the willy-b food mafia. Or better…
February 11th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
plus the city is super duper cold this whole week
February 11th, 2008 at 3:29 pm
Yay! A bicycle comic. Its been a while. Love the “feh”
February 11th, 2008 at 3:58 pm
Do people try to mug you for your wares? Do you have a gun? Do you deliver guns? Do you spit acid at usurpers like you do on this forum? Just asking.
February 11th, 2008 at 4:13 pm
You should get a watch gun and shoot them with that!
February 11th, 2008 at 6:21 pm
Dumont? I don’t deliver for them. I deliver for Life Cafe- that random hipster restaurant/bar in Bushwick. And I know it’s fucking cold in the city, I delivered last night in the wind and snow. it sucked at least three balls.
you know why I “spit acid” at people on this forum? cause some of you say some really stupid shit, like “do you have a gun?” no, I don’t have a fucking gun and no none is going to try to mug me for a turkey burger and three PBRs.
what’s this willy-b food mafia? will they let me be their friend? do I have to cross my heart and swear to die that I’ll never reveal the fact that we all secretly sneak french fries from delivery orders?
February 11th, 2008 at 6:31 pm
i hope you have fenders on your ride (with ratgut flaps).
February 11th, 2008 at 9:06 pm
it looks like the delivery back pack is stuck together with scotch tape.
is there a secret compartment for whiskey in that pack?
February 12th, 2008 at 2:44 am
personally i like when you spit acid at us… and that would be hard as shit to deliver to squatters. i live in a city that has a crossroad of two interstates with epic hobo traffic that wander around downtown and various parks scaring the shit right out of my sigmoid colon when they emerge out of the bushes as I’m trying to control the outbreak of WEST NILE. trying to track homeless people down to deliver some food can’t be easy..
February 12th, 2008 at 4:20 am
“none is going to try to mug me for a turkey burger and three PBRs.”
Well before I just thought you had a few dollars in change, but now that I know that there’s beer and turkey burgers to be had the muggings will begin.
February 12th, 2008 at 7:36 am
personally I like being your toady… can I do tricks to delight queen Julia as she fires volleys of acidic hate pearls that she carefully cultivated from the sand in her vagina (which is the reason for the disposition) @ me.
Dance Monkeys…
DANCE!
February 12th, 2008 at 12:04 pm
Hey I was gonna say, is that Life Cafe? We used to order from there all the time when we lived in Bushwick, it was either that or Anytime. Does Duncan still work there? And where do the squatters live? I never saw no squatters back when I was living in that neighborhood. But I do remember riding my bike under the JMZ to go to work and praying to god my tires didn’t get popped by all the fucking broken pieces of debris littering the streets. That’s a rugged ride my friend, I salute you. It’s too bad we don’t live there anymore (actually not really, our apartment is now 2x as big for less $$) because we always tried to tip well.
February 12th, 2008 at 12:36 pm
hey I knew Duncan! Kind of…we borrowed his van once.
February 12th, 2008 at 3:23 pm
Just wanted to say hello… love the comic!
Found out about it thru an article on the Perry Bible Fellowship.
The creator, Nick, loves your comic.
Me too!
February 13th, 2008 at 11:11 am
I used to know Duncan when we were still in high school. He was my roommate for a little while too. I have some interesting stories about that boy. Small world, eh?
February 13th, 2008 at 7:16 pm
no duncan works there that I know of. tis a small world indeed! next time I see you, I’ll wow you with more small world stories, I’ve complied a lot over the last few weeks. the quatters lare somewhere on thames st, fuck if I know since there’s no real address for me to remember- in one of all those giant loft/warehouse places I think. and yeah, riding under the JMZ is a fucking nightmare. plus there’s always weird black soot and/or water falling from it. ugh.
February 13th, 2008 at 9:00 pm
the disheveled look is so cute
gets me every time
February 28th, 2008 at 6:08 pm
Heey, I used to live in Bushwick. I don’t remember there being any bicycle delivery people… Let alone anywhere to deliver too!
February 29th, 2008 at 10:44 pm
That is fucking awesome!!!
March 5th, 2008 at 1:57 am
Feh! Back when I was delivering stuff we had to go uphill both ways in the snow.
We were tipped with punches to the face.