You’ll notice nobody ever stages an intervention about blogging Bug Martini.
I keep thinking, “Well, maybe this little frame isn’t worth it”, because, you know, not every strip can be truly priceless comedy. And, you know, it’s not always the script that’s important. I mean, look, it’s a bug picking up his underwear with his toes. Certes, that must count for something. To the other, though, why not keep doing it? Adam hasn’t asked me to stop, or sent any lawyers or other hired goons in my direction.
And besides, of those few clicks I get here each day (and thank you all for stopping by), it usually works out that a couple end up heading to Adam’s for a comedic drink.
No, that would be a bottom shelf pun if I did that. Actually, not even a pun. Or maybe it is. That’s right, I have a poll function I can use; if you’re the praying type, include the petition that I never bother testing it out, else I’ll be trying to poll about everything. You know: String bikini or thong? What if it’s on a dude?
Er … right.
You know what I mean.
Hey, look, a bug picking up his skivvies with his toes!
(Do bugs have toes?)
Huber, Adam. “Toe the Line”. Bug Martini. 19 February 2015.