@JustaJeepGuy- I don't think Jack ever remembers how the game ends.
@TrickyRicky- Hard to say unless we can get a clean fingerprint from Tickles.
@Oldarmourer- Rules are rules.
@John Robert Mallernee- I'm glad that SOME of my jokes here fit that criteria but from time to time the punchlines may not mean much to anyone but me. (see further explanation below).
@M. Mitchell Marmel- It briefly involves a raincoat.
@TrickyRicky- So a gassing game?
@Readers- A bit of backstory on this one. I essentially lived this cartoon and I was "Jack." At Eastwood Junior High in Indianapolis, my gym teacher, Mr. McCormick, didn't like the length of my hair (it wasn't long - just too long for that a**hole). And so one day he and his toady athlete "gym assistants" tackled me in the locker room and held me down on the floor while McCormick sheared my hair with rusty scissors, drawing blood in the process. You know, your basic scalp-rape. It was a simpler time and no one cared about a fat kid with a complaint against a gym teacher. He got away with it - not even a reprimand. I believe McCormick now rests in Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis, and I hope one day to visit him with a full bladder.
@Stilt, you need to visit the graves of the entire school board, with a full bladder every time. And what about those "gym assistants"? The term "bucket list" can have a new meaning!
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I'm afraid to ask how this game ends. I'll bet Jack is too.
Jack isn't somehow related to Tickles is he?
"Gentlemen playing leapfrog are asked to complete their leaps"
Dr. Jarlsberg, Et Alia:
Before I can share them, jokes need to be clean enough for children and mixed company, and with an easily understood punch line.
Thank you.
Dr. Jarlsberg, Et Alia:
I save and share almost all of your "JOHNNY OPTIMISM" comic strips, except for the few that appear (correctly or not) to be too risque.
Thank you.
I'm afraid to even GUESS what "Jumping Jack Flash" might mean...
It’s a gas gas gas.
@JustaJeepGuy- I don't think Jack ever remembers how the game ends.
@TrickyRicky- Hard to say unless we can get a clean fingerprint from Tickles.
@Oldarmourer- Rules are rules.
@John Robert Mallernee- I'm glad that SOME of my jokes here fit that criteria but from time to time the punchlines may not mean much to anyone but me. (see further explanation below).
@M. Mitchell Marmel- It briefly involves a raincoat.
@TrickyRicky- So a gassing game?
@Readers- A bit of backstory on this one. I essentially lived this cartoon and I was "Jack." At Eastwood Junior High in Indianapolis, my gym teacher, Mr. McCormick, didn't like the length of my hair (it wasn't long - just too long for that a**hole). And so one day he and his toady athlete "gym assistants" tackled me in the locker room and held me down on the floor while McCormick sheared my hair with rusty scissors, drawing blood in the process. You know, your basic scalp-rape. It was a simpler time and no one cared about a fat kid with a complaint against a gym teacher. He got away with it - not even a reprimand. I believe McCormick now rests in Crown Hill Cemetery in Indianapolis, and I hope one day to visit him with a full bladder.
@Stilt, you need to visit the graves of the entire school board, with a full bladder every time. And what about those "gym assistants"? The term "bucket list" can have a new meaning!
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