The only reason to become a parent is to warp the next generation…
My wife is away for the weekend, which is why this Bun Toon isn’t in colour. If she’d been with me last night, probably none of this would have happened. She’s usually the one who puts a stop to things before they get too far…
I don’t take no nine-dollar scam lying down, peoples. I am CONAN of the PARKING LOT!
Ty the Guy OUT!
Of course, there are already comic book heroes patrolling our parking lots.
If you click on this, it takes you to the “Superheroes of Parking” website. Who wouldn’t want to be taken to the “Superheroes of Parking” website?
Your curiosity is starting to gnaw at you, isn’t it?
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Oh, man. If you did that here in Italy, you’d probably get jail time.
Stealing traffic cones out of frustration, I mean. The whole thing about legally stealing money from consumers/civilians happens just the same in Italy too.
I cannot stress this enough: I did not steal those traffic cones, I purchased them.
Oh yeah! Stick it to the man, Ty!
Some days, Ty, I wish you weren’t so amazing.
You’re still hopped up on your meds from a couple weeks back, aren’t you? Let’s just hope no one tells you that Batman ’66/Green Hornet thing is all just a drug induced fantasy too….
You should have kept the cones and “sold” them back for the 9 bucks.
I think the other thing this teaches us — if you hadn’t gotten there BEFORE 5, this wouldn’t have happened. So lateness is actually a virtue.
Oh, man, I hope the follow-up cartoon is a good one.
It will be drawn on toilet paper, snuck out from a jail cell. :)
I’m starting to think you guys are rooting for a visit at the door from five-O. I’m not planning on a life on the lam…
I am in awe of your bad assness.
My curiosity did gnaw at me and I did click on the Superheroes of Parking website. I think the entire industry is summed up when, to illustrate which of their products best illustrates “First Class Service”, they use a photo a large-ish gray metal box on wheels. Because when I think of First Class Service, I don’t think of well-spoken friendly well-dressed human type persons, I think of a big metal box. On wheels. These are the sorts of things that give democracy a bad name. They deserve rebellious response.