The Quigmans by Buddy Hickerson

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  1. forceonatr

    forceonatr said, 2 months ago

    Ok. you got me. A+

  2. Llewellenbruce

    Llewellenbruce said, 2 months ago

    The bottom part of the casket is supposed to be closed.
    What happened here?

  3. ejcapulet

    ejcapuletGenius_badge said, 2 months ago

    Heh heh heh, I like this one.

  4. forceonatr

    forceonatr said, 2 months ago

    I’m telling you beguine, this is why I always read Bizarro and Quigmans 15 years ago. This morbid, akward madness is funny to me. That people are having to hold him back as he screams “You’re dead to me” at a dead man is absurd but it’s also surprising and punchy.

    Yesterdays “comic” where a bull spends 5 minutes explaining how he will recreate a friend from the all you can eat barbeque is also absurd… and flat, and stupid, and inane and not funny in any way. It is in fact unfunny in that were you already having a good time laughing at another joke you would be stunned straight-mouthed.

  5. pschearer

    pschearerGenius_badge said, 2 months ago

    I’m confused. Is this totally inappropriate behavior or wholly appropriate?

  6. jtpozenel

    jtpozenel said, 2 months ago

    He’s a little late for that remark.

    And did they get that coffin at half price? Where’s the lid?

  7. forceonatr

    forceonatr said, 2 months ago

    I can weather the occasional self-important ephemeral trying to tell me what to believe about what’s funny.
    Of course there’s no old folk saying or colloquial quip about lamps being lamps but I’ll give you this: I also detest this comic strip 95.7 times out of 96.

    But regardless how cool I’d like to sound at all times, I’m honest enough to tell you about the few I think are funny.
    It may have been a complete accident, but a fortunate one.

    If tommorow he draws a television set reporting nine dead because someone was unable to make a stitch in time, that’s not going to work. Not only do I think he’s capable of such vapid trash but I fear his posthumous ventriloquizers might just steal it.

    If you go back in time a bit you’ll see I’ve punched this comic in the face, dragged it behind horses, shot it in the back and gone to its house to beat up its mom as well. There’s no accounting for taste, I suppose, but sometimes it tickles me.