It’s not like you had to even guess at that one. LOL. You know we’re all just waiting for the day that Leia does her Playboy pictorial. And my answer would be yes, there aren’t any spaghetti straps showing and it would just be silly for her to wear a tube top to bed.
Actually, do to my “Scarlet Fever” (and boredom in Korea) I have found a study by sex researcher Professor Dr Werner Habermehl, that Redheads “have more fun.” So my hypotenuse is “Redheads are better at it because they have more fun.” Yes I said “Hypotenuse”
Gimme half a chance, I’ll take a redhead over a blonde (but, being a sucker for a woman in uniform, I’m waiting to see more of Dhart!)
Does kinda remind me of something I did to my kid sister:
When I got married, she’d written on my truck (which wasn’t a problem) in mustard (which was… Standing around at the coin-op car wash in my tux at 0230 to get it all off, and finding out the window seal was leaking on my wife’s satin dress was considerably less than amusing…)
Three years ago, /she/ got married. I went back home to Indiana to give the bride away (she’s YOUR problem now, Tommy!) Before they drove back to Virginia, I reminded her…
“You remember when I got married, and you wrote on my truck with mustard?”
“Yeah…”
“You have any idea how much fun it was for Julie to try to stay dry with a leaking window seal, while I’m trying to keep my tux dry working the pressure wand?”
“Yeah…”
“You DO know that I’ve been doing mechanical work since I was six, right? I started BUILDING cars when I was ten, right?”
“Yeah…”
“You just remember that as you drive home.”
They spent THREE HOURS checking over the car before they left! While they were doing that, mum and I were sitting at the table inside, casually looking out the window, watching them doing the “fine-tooth comb” bit. She turns to me…
“So, what did you do to their car?”
“Not a goddam thing…”
Although, for to-day’s strip, I think the single most effective shot that Kelly fired was smiling in the second frame…
Back in high school a similar thing happened to a friend of mine on graduation night, she got her car saran wrapped by an underclassmen friend (not a problem)… with crushed candy underneath the saran wrap (not a problem)… with Vaseline between the car and the crushed candy (thats the problem). Well it was a pain to clean, and she was royally ticked at her friend.
So when it was time for the underclassmen’s graduation… she didn’t forget. They put the car up on cinder blocks and hid the tires for 2 weeks.
Had a guy who owed me money for work (on his truck,) and hadn’t paid me in a month.
Went to his work, found his truck, then did the following:
- Put it up on stands so that the wheels were about 1/2″ off of the ground (I’d just lifted it, so I had my notes for how high that needed to be.)
- Removed the front & rear driveshaft, putting a plug in the tailcone.
- Picked the door, and stashed /both/ driveshafts behind the rear seat.
- Loosened the lug nuts each one full turn.
- Grabbed his spider wrench while I was stowing the driveshafts.
- Took the jack, too.
- And the yoke screws for the driveshafts.
Then we hid in the bushes and waited. Took him a full ten minutes to realise that he wasn’t moving. Took him another ten to figure out his wheels weren’t on the ground. Fifteen after /that/, he’d settled for pushing the truck off of the stands (no jack, remember?) Then he had to run around to /stop/ his truck – since there was nothing to hold it in place (he hadn’t put on the park brake.) Found out he had no driveshafts, took another half-hour to finally find them. Ten minutes to put them in place. About twenty minutes’ profanity while he couldn’t find the screws to hold them in place.
Bear in mind that this was BEFORE cellphones. It should also be borne in mind that my buddies and I (why do all the work myself?) were in the bushes trying very hard to not laugh out loud, and close enough that I could hear the profanities, blasphemies, and epithets.
He went back inside to call his old man to come pick him up – while he was in, I dropped the screws in a small pile near the driver’s side door.
He came back out, stepped on the screws, and noticed. Dug around, managed to find a wrench for them, and put the driveshafts back in.
He had gotten his truck started and was ready to drive off – but he’d forgotten he’d called his old man to come get him. Another ten minutes of quality entertainment!
He had to drive home slowly because the wheels were loose – I think he made the whole trip at 5 miles per hour. /After/ tightening the lug nuts with a pair of pliers (I still had the spider wrench.)
I got paid the next day. The following night, I left the spider wrench and jack in the back of his truck. I didn’t care about the jackstands – but he had them in the bed of his truck, so I traded his stuff for mine and closed the case.
The essence of a good prank – “Nothing is damaged but the sanity of the target.”
I’d say it was well worth the time sitting behind the bushes watching the show – and I managed to get paid the next day!
Actually, it’s not what Barbie said to Kelly, It’s what Leia said to Barbie while he was on the phone with Kelly. See Sept. 1st (Heinous Pitch) and it’s member’s companion. Kelly’s actions are justified, yet still a bit cruel.
Preferably with Willow and Dhart “mostly out of uniform,” I think (look up Kathy West for ideas – she’s a British glamour model that specialises in uniforms, and has quite a collection…)
I say that the first few comics had dates for the mouse over so I have never looked at it until you mentioned it….. I am currently backing up through the comics and checking every single one lol
:Þ
The early comics had them too, but when the website got hijacked or hacked or whatever it was, Farva had to reload the comics and rather than reinstall all of those phrases, he opted for the quicker route of just defaulting to the date they were loaded, I think.
A strip or two of Scotch bonnet or Habanero pepper with few seeds that have been infusing her lube, though a kinky girl like Leia might enjoy that.
OTOH, enough capsacin on those mucous membranes soemtimes looks suspiciously like a venereal malady, until ruled out by a cl@p mechanic (too long ’round squids).
Now THAT was evil! I love it.
What was that Klingon axiom? “Revenge is a dish best served cold.”
(recalling the “Maybe you’re not that good a pilot” quip from Kelly a few months back)
Never underestimate the psyops of a redhead
Is Lana sleeping naked?
I was wondering how long it would take someone to point that out. Seven minutes.
Win.
It’s not like you had to even guess at that one. LOL. You know we’re all just waiting for the day that Leia does her Playboy pictorial. And my answer would be yes, there aren’t any spaghetti straps showing and it would just be silly for her to wear a tube top to bed.
If there’s ever a question that calls for “This (recruit) does not know, but will find out”, it’s that one.
I guess you’ll never know…could be anything…maybe a strapless corset with black stockings
LOL!! Can’t be comfy if that’s the case.
Who cares if Leia sleeps naked. Kelly’s got bigger boobs……………..
I agree with Vulture!! I see a compitition in the future
Ooooh…A civilian waging psychological warfare. Poor Leia.
Tell us about it….Leia doesn’t stand a chance!
The best attack is the one that never comes.
Besides that, Blondes may have “more fun”, but Redheads are better at it.
Actually, do to my “Scarlet Fever” (and boredom in Korea) I have found a study by sex researcher Professor Dr Werner Habermehl, that Redheads “have more fun.” So my hypotenuse is “Redheads are better at it because they have more fun.” Yes I said “Hypotenuse”
Nice…
Gimme half a chance, I’ll take a redhead over a blonde (but, being a sucker for a woman in uniform, I’m waiting to see more of Dhart!)
Does kinda remind me of something I did to my kid sister:
When I got married, she’d written on my truck (which wasn’t a problem) in mustard (which was… Standing around at the coin-op car wash in my tux at 0230 to get it all off, and finding out the window seal was leaking on my wife’s satin dress was considerably less than amusing…)
Three years ago, /she/ got married. I went back home to Indiana to give the bride away (she’s YOUR problem now, Tommy!) Before they drove back to Virginia, I reminded her…
“You remember when I got married, and you wrote on my truck with mustard?”
“Yeah…”
“You have any idea how much fun it was for Julie to try to stay dry with a leaking window seal, while I’m trying to keep my tux dry working the pressure wand?”
“Yeah…”
“You DO know that I’ve been doing mechanical work since I was six, right? I started BUILDING cars when I was ten, right?”
“Yeah…”
“You just remember that as you drive home.”
They spent THREE HOURS checking over the car before they left! While they were doing that, mum and I were sitting at the table inside, casually looking out the window, watching them doing the “fine-tooth comb” bit. She turns to me…
“So, what did you do to their car?”
“Not a goddam thing…”
Although, for to-day’s strip, I think the single most effective shot that Kelly fired was smiling in the second frame…
@Jon: win.
Back in high school a similar thing happened to a friend of mine on graduation night, she got her car saran wrapped by an underclassmen friend (not a problem)… with crushed candy underneath the saran wrap (not a problem)… with Vaseline between the car and the crushed candy (thats the problem). Well it was a pain to clean, and she was royally ticked at her friend.
So when it was time for the underclassmen’s graduation… she didn’t forget. They put the car up on cinder blocks and hid the tires for 2 weeks.
Had a guy who owed me money for work (on his truck,) and hadn’t paid me in a month.
Went to his work, found his truck, then did the following:
- Put it up on stands so that the wheels were about 1/2″ off of the ground (I’d just lifted it, so I had my notes for how high that needed to be.)
- Removed the front & rear driveshaft, putting a plug in the tailcone.
- Picked the door, and stashed /both/ driveshafts behind the rear seat.
- Loosened the lug nuts each one full turn.
- Grabbed his spider wrench while I was stowing the driveshafts.
- Took the jack, too.
- And the yoke screws for the driveshafts.
Then we hid in the bushes and waited. Took him a full ten minutes to realise that he wasn’t moving. Took him another ten to figure out his wheels weren’t on the ground. Fifteen after /that/, he’d settled for pushing the truck off of the stands (no jack, remember?) Then he had to run around to /stop/ his truck – since there was nothing to hold it in place (he hadn’t put on the park brake.) Found out he had no driveshafts, took another half-hour to finally find them. Ten minutes to put them in place. About twenty minutes’ profanity while he couldn’t find the screws to hold them in place.
Bear in mind that this was BEFORE cellphones. It should also be borne in mind that my buddies and I (why do all the work myself?) were in the bushes trying very hard to not laugh out loud, and close enough that I could hear the profanities, blasphemies, and epithets.
He went back inside to call his old man to come pick him up – while he was in, I dropped the screws in a small pile near the driver’s side door.
He came back out, stepped on the screws, and noticed. Dug around, managed to find a wrench for them, and put the driveshafts back in.
He had gotten his truck started and was ready to drive off – but he’d forgotten he’d called his old man to come get him. Another ten minutes of quality entertainment!
He had to drive home slowly because the wheels were loose – I think he made the whole trip at 5 miles per hour. /After/ tightening the lug nuts with a pair of pliers (I still had the spider wrench.)
I got paid the next day. The following night, I left the spider wrench and jack in the back of his truck. I didn’t care about the jackstands – but he had them in the bed of his truck, so I traded his stuff for mine and closed the case.
The essence of a good prank – “Nothing is damaged but the sanity of the target.”
I’d say it was well worth the time sitting behind the bushes watching the show – and I managed to get paid the next day!
“Gimme half a chance, I’ll take a redhead over a blonde (but, being a sucker for a woman in uniform, I’m waiting to see more of Dhart!)”
I totally agree! FTW!!!!!!!
wrong base to be noticing the wimmenz in uniform.
“LIKE”
What the HELL did Barbie say to Kelly to prompt that? Or is this Kelly acting on her own?
mmm Klondike bar..
Actually, it’s not what Barbie said to Kelly, It’s what Leia said to Barbie while he was on the phone with Kelly. See Sept. 1st (Heinous Pitch) and it’s member’s companion. Kelly’s actions are justified, yet still a bit cruel.
Awwww…Leia can go to sleep…
…with one eye open…
Nah…she can sleep with both eyes closed..I’ll stand Sentry…(video camera in hand…lol)
I’m sure something else will “stand” sentry…
waiting for the other shoe to drop
With Leia sleeping nude…could there be an accidental show later?
Hmm. Interesting concept…
“FARVA!!! READ THIS!!”
Pinup series! PINUP SERIES!!!
Preferably with Willow and Dhart “mostly out of uniform,” I think (look up Kathy West for ideas – she’s a British glamour model that specialises in uniforms, and has quite a collection…)
Can you imagine poor Barbie if he got to see the accidental show…he wouldn’t sleep for a week.
I just noticed the mouse over…LOL!
I say that the first few comics had dates for the mouse over so I have never looked at it until you mentioned it….. I am currently backing up through the comics and checking every single one lol
:Þ
The early comics had them too, but when the website got hijacked or hacked or whatever it was, Farva had to reload the comics and rather than reinstall all of those phrases, he opted for the quicker route of just defaulting to the date they were loaded, I think.
Looks to me like Leia just discovered the pepper spray on her vibe…
Insanity sauce is much better.
A strip or two of Scotch bonnet or Habanero pepper with few seeds that have been infusing her lube, though a kinky girl like Leia might enjoy that.
OTOH, enough capsacin on those mucous membranes soemtimes looks suspiciously like a venereal malady, until ruled out by a cl@p mechanic (too long ’round squids).
By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes…