Hey Mountain Timers, it’s
SHAMPOO WEEK
again!
If you don’t remember last year’s Shampoo Week, here’s how it goes: every comic this week will have something to do with that special substance that links our heads to our pets and our carpets. Then maybe I tell you something about shampoo, and maybe you say something about shampoo, and maybe we wash our hair a couple times, and maybe you send me pictures? I dunno.
Apparently the English word shampoo comes from a Hindi word that I don’t have the proper font to type, but it’s basically champo with a line over the a and it refers to a head massage. Then stuff happened and, I dunno, Prell.
Oh, those delicious elbow fittings in the belly of an elbow-fitting-spitting bear. Definitely worth murder.
I remember when Shampoo Week wasn’t so commercial. Those were the days.
This is so amazing. I just BOUGHT shampoo today!
Fusion: Holy crap, me too!
Ironically, I used to think my manager’s name was Bernard, and his face looked exactly like that.
Offendi: Do elbow fittings taste anything like elbow macaroni?
Joe: You’re right — it’s bad enough that some places are already selling X-mas stuff, but they’ve been selling shampoo ALL YEAR LONG.
Shampoo buyers: Truly, Shampoo Week is glorious in its mysteries.
HHP: What was it like to be supervised by a bear (regardless of his Bernardism)?
I NEED chainsocks! They are neccessary for my continued well being
Chainsawks! Bet the Marine’ll be wanting some of those!
Also, “yep, those are wolves” might just be the best phrase written in all of literature.