The floor under the seats of the local movie theater where I grew up was really quite remarkable. Decades of non-diet soda coated the concrete with a thick layer of sweet syrup. It was like flypaper that caught only popcorn and blobs of gum. I know this because I spent a lot of time under […]
January 8, 2013
Son, you used to use the word “why” constantly: “Why is the sky blue?” “Why do dogs lick their weewees?” “Why are you sleeping on the couch again?” You had an insatiable curiosity. Now, “Why?” is reserved for use only after I ask you to do something. For example: “Cheeky, please clean your room,” “Why?” […]
December 29, 2012
Son, if you’re going to grow up to be just like me, then you’re destined to be a cynic. You’ll question every motive, assume all facts are suspect until proven otherwise, and treat all salesmen like all they really want is to separate you from your money (Actually, the last one’s not cynicism, that’s just […]
December 10, 2012
Me: Hey son, welcome home! Mom and I just worked our butts off to make you your favorite dinner! Tadaaaa!—it’s home-made mac and cheese with turkey chili! You: Oh. Me: Oh? Whadya mean, “oh”? You: I hate home-made mac and cheese, and last time I ate your turkey chili I almost threw up all over […]
November 30, 2012
OK, listen up, son. We don’t have a lot of time to deal with this. Your testicles are dangerously close to injecting copious amounts of testosterone into your blood stream and you’ve unfortunately got the girl sense that I had at your age. Which is to say you have none at all. Once that chemical gets […]
November 23, 2012
Happy Black Friday! I hope those that do Thanksgiving enjoyed it and had much to be thankful for. Since it’s a holiday weekend for many IBMP readers, I thought I’d keep it simple today and give you a new cartoon in honor of Black Friday–the holiday that manages, in one day, to achieve a level […]
January 18, 2013
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