Everything must start somewhere... This comic starts here: With us drunk and trying to watch Deer Hunter... [Un]fortunately for you, I have a tendency to love hearing my own voice (and seeing my own type for that matter). So like many other comics this little section right here will be me (Foley) and Kiwi's little soapbox... Here We'll let you know about any miscellaneous updates, any explanation/inside jokes behind the day's comic, as well as pearls of wisdom we feel like sharing (forcefully) with you.
This comic is more or less completely true. Tim is very big on his Vietnam movies (and drinking games within), Deer Hunter apparently being his favorite. However due to the extreme length of the movie, when we all attempted to watch it: Tim was already Blotto by the time they were in the Vietnamese POW camp. His running drunken commentary degenerated quickly into something more akin to a verse by the Scatman. When I yelled at him for this, his response was (as best as I can translate it into words) verbatim from the comic. If for any reason anyone runs into me in real life, please ask me to verbalize this little exchange for you, as I feel a bit of the absurdity is lost in the printed medium.
To be truthful in actuality Tim did NOT walk off with the coat rack, he was using it (and anything else in the room) to lean on, and in fact when he let go of it to take a step towards the fridge he fell across the room in a chaotic 20 foot long horizontal spiral. This however did not stop his still continuing string of make believe words (in fact he got louder so as to make certain I could still hear him sputtering from his spot on the floor)... Unable to hear the audio over Tim's neologisms, I stormed out and to this day I have never seen the end of Deer Hunter. Perhaps one day at the end of this comics run, I'll go out of my way to finally watch it in celebration.
Sexcelsior true believers!
-Foley
