Just imagine that his ear is actually his nose, and it suddenly looks like he's facing the other way, and that the back of his head is freakishly large!

(I hope I didn't just ruin the comic.)

I'm tired of settling for poorly mixed drinks when morally i should have the right to spend my wednesday evening with a few milligrams of morphine.

Heath Ledger applauds your choice.

There, happy now?

What the hell is he talking about?

I guess I just have to admit I'm truly Out Of Touch.

I love most of Ruben's stuff and while Dinkle isn't my favorite, I've always gotten the joke before now.

Okay, there's humor (irony?) in the juxtaposition of fancy food and drugs, but the same thing over and over? Is it a reference to some news tidbit I'm unaware of, like a restaurant somewhere that's been caught fronting for a drug operation?

Pardon my cluelessness, but if anyone can explain it to this apparently humor-impaired old fart, I would be in your debt.

Seriously?

Alcohol is a drug. The difference is that it is the socially acceptable one. Dinkle is treating other drugs like they're all the same and should also be treated as part of a dinner. Yes, he's extending the joke, but mostly to get the upset reactions of the waiter.

Ruben Bolling is as clear as a pint-bottle,

of shop-lifted green Aqua Vulva shave lotion.

Gulp a few gallons of that owlishly delicious brew and 'it'

O, who knows? Nobody for sure.

IT~

might possibly come to you?

You'll maybe 'get it' then?

I'd say, burp cans of 7-up!

DINKLE-BERRY, aka Rush RimBUGGER, should have asked for an EXTRA-LARGE HAVANA CEEGAR(12 inches) "LIBERALLY"(pun intended) LUBRICATED with CRISCO(tm) INSTEAD OF THE FERMENTED HONEY ENEMA to INSERT into his FUNDAMENT, seeing as Rush is in his ANAL-retentive mode with recent attacks agin' John McCain, NOT that McCain doesn't DESERVE them, Nicht Wahr?

Ruben has just won legions of new fans in the drug geek crowd. I have forwarded this to the folks at www.erowid.org.

cheers!

Poor R.B. He's in too much trouble as it is now!

He didn't 'note' a hair in the soup? O, it was Poor Mitt's?

He drew the "unlovable loser" Dinkle in oversexed rubber yellow-galoshes with manure caked all over them. Behave.

The Americans will be nauseated if R.B. keeps this up.

We need better comic strip-teasers to dance and play?

Let's tune into some "depressing" Mozart music.

Irony. Time for some good split-green-pea-soup.

be-bop has a new alias.

Which is now also added to my mental ignore list.

Ahhh! Now, where was I? Oh yes -- not one of Ruben's best, but still enjoyable.

Sounds like fun stuff. I'm actually afraid to ask if that's something people do.

Anonymous lend us your ear? Phhheeet's a big cow-flop-goo, and a self-inner neocon-flop slop upon yer...face?

You are so instructive and the Salon readership must s*it upon louse's ear? Now, be nice.

Keep 'um sharing the stimulating thoughts.

I know I sure learn so darn-damn much from you.

A wop bop a lou bop

Celine Dion is to dinkle what Global

Warming of hot cross buns with crystal meth icing

Anonymous hates the lilies

What's the Frequency, Kenneth Bolling for Columns of Bine?

Beat to the poe of ate, sea bass with my enema

I felch Garry Owen to the tune of Tito

So rusty a trombone Puente, in darkened diners with

Lists of Wine filthier than my favorite Sanchez

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See what I did there, be-bop-o / Good Celery / Strung-out beatnik on Hennepin Avenue who uses free Net access at the Central Library?

I made a beat poem as good as...if not much better...than anything you have ever written. And I made it the way all beat poetry is made - fling random verbiage into a fan, and when the shit sticks together demand it be called art worthy of attention.

Groooooovy, brutha.

halo-jaw-yawgoo-ya, dodo, halo-Toot-ha-ache!

I toothy-hoopla-no-a-knot? no me-iowa' to hula!

gracious.

So how about giving the fermented honey enema to the scallops. Surely that would be an innovative culinary breakthrough in spicing your meal.

What say the SPCA ?