Dribbled and Scribbled by:

Steve Baird

Copyright 2006

Issue #105

Screwed

Thursday: October 2, 2008

Okay, so maybe I've used this joke before, but there's something timeless about screaming an arbitrary number with an abject sense of urgency.

I take great pride in knowing that I will one day completely mess up my children, rendering them unfit for any social situation. The pain I've gone through shall be passed on from generation to generation; a modern day Mark of Ham, my dark sin evident upon the melanin-deficient skin of my offspring.

However, should the social realms of the future revolve around videogames, TCP/IP configurations, and Monty Python references, then perhaps my curse shall prove a boon. If that's the case, then perhaps they'll be the coolest kids at the rocket skate rink.

Damn kids, with they're rocket skates and beebop music.