Thursday, July 1, 2010

When I'm 64


When I'm 64

It's a trick I've played a few times in these strips, where I have a very small idea I wanna convey, and build some sort of fictional story around it. What usually happens, as in this case, is that the idea gets lost and everyone ends up thinking (knowing?) that I have erectile dysfunction.
I'm not sure if it's sad or just a fact, but I find myself excited when the weekend comes around, if only so I can  do some cleaning, washing and all the others. Should I be thinking about beers and parties? probably. But how can I really relax when I know there are dirty pants lying on my side of the room? HOW??

2 comments:

  1. check your "dis function" it's more important than the cleaning part....

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  2. ok, this is freakish
    go buy an iphone already

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