These days we men must stifle our manliness, lest we offend. Ah, the days when we could hawk loudly and spit into the gutter, greeting our fellow men with faint, almost imperceptible, nods of the head. Now, it’s ‘How are you coping with your wife’s menopause’, or ‘Bring it in, brother. Let’s hug it out.’
Let there be a day where we can, once again, retreat into our smelly and unvalanced man caves, and speak in gruff monosyllables! (a bit like a certain teen son of mine)
Again, never burgled (the crime world knows there is little of value in our place), though I have had my car broken into more times than I want to remember!
See, Candice of This Made Me Smile Today, there’s your break-in cartoon!
Not funny if it’s ever happened to you, I’ll confess. If it did, however, I would probably cope with it by depicting a cartoon about it.
Hell, for some reason, is a rich vein of humour for me. Symptoms of a sick mind, I guess.
Hope you liked ’em. Sad to say, plenty more where they came from. The one-panels are so fun to think up and depict!
I am guilty of all of these, of course. I am a dad of teens, need I say more?
Hope these brightened up your day!