Been a while since I've posted any of these. Lost some momentum with tight deadlines and too much real work with a dangling paycheck. Stupid work.
Anyhow, I wanted to bring Anger back. Sorry for the language to anyone easily offended. I firmly believe in the heart of every "Nice" human being, is a raging, ball of fury just waiting to break loose. This one is a bit of a rant...I hope blogger blows it up enough to actually read it. If not, I'm sure you'll get the drift.
To the Count, I apologize in advance for the body fluid in this strip. That's where my head went when I thought up the idea. Funny thing, the idea of the head blowing up came from watching this crazy religious show where these muscle guys lift and break shit for Jesus. This one meaty neckless born again steroid sucker, took this run of the mill pink water bottle and using his veiny lungs, blew the thing up until it was the size of a tire and then kept going until it exploded. Between each breath he would thank Jesus for giving him the strength to pop that little piece of rubber that was probably manufactured in China for less than a nickel. The passions that drive people fascinate and terrify me. So that got me thinking about my tendency to rant and how my deep seeded nut of fury is probably the same passion that the muscle dude used to pop the unsuspecting waterbottle. What better way to pay homage to that than to blow up Anger's head. What can I say, I'm not that original. If the brow be low, then let it drag.
I love peanut butter....let's keep it clean, folks.
Happy sailing.
