Suggested wine pairing: Nexxus Therappe Ultimate Moisture Shampoo.
As Lord Byron once said, it’s
SHAMPOO WEEK.
Join us* for yet another week of four comics (M/T/Th/F**) having something to do with goop you rub on your head.
* I do indeed mean “us” in this case. Because of the insane September I had (which included a sudden change of address and ended with a trip to—get this—Massachusetts), I’ve recruited a pair of guest cartoonists to fill the Tuesday and Thursday slots.
**The Friday episode has a solid chance of appearing on Friday, making it a true Shampoo Week, so please root for nothing interesting happening to me until then—unless it’s a threeway with Jodie Sweetin and Betty Rubble. I’ll prepare my tub of lard if you root for that.
Anyway,
IT’S FUCKING SHAMPOO WEEK, MOUNTAIN TIMERS!
Someone should try that against an actual undercover cop. I feel like it would throw them off enough that…uh…okay I don’t actually know what the objective is when interacting with an undercover cop. I just feel like throwing off the other person is always a good move.
Also all of the genies I’ve interacted with have had a “no wishing to beat seborrheic dermatitis” clause, so…
Yaaaaay week of shampoo!!!
Ahhh finally! The cleanest 1/52nd of the year.
Heyyy I know those swept-back pectoral fins.. that’s for sure a walrolfcart. Not to be confused with Wal*Calf, the discount veal store.
Because what is a tractor if not a golf cart, right? Am I right, ladies?
Circle: If there’s one group that’s sure to have good riddles, it’s cops. Few realize that the whole “Do you know how fast you were going” thing is a riddle. The speed of your vehicle was the patient’s mother.
I’ve never encountered that seborrheic dermatitis clause, but maybe the genies I’ve met just aren’t forthright about it. I’m not going to wish for that, after all.
Xin: It’s finally here and hinally fear!
What “hinally” means is up to the committee.
Cold: Get with the theme, dude. Space is lousy with miniature golf-carts (not miniature-golf carts).