I may have posted this one before. Memory fails, like most jokes.
To be honest, I would have used this one in Dork if it didn't go on hiatus for a few decades. Dork #11 was all single panel and four-panel gags, an entire issue of super-bad business decisions, and I wasn't paid up-front for my SLG work. That's why my books dried up and I eventually left SLG. If I left ten years earlier and jumped to Dark Horse, I might have squeezed a few more humor comics out. Anyway, now I can post short-form comics here. Even the misfires.
This one's kind of dumb and blunt. Meaning, it would have been perfect for Dork #11 back in the day. I'm far from shameless. I considered pitching it to MAD, with the f-bomb removed, but I never did. I did not consider sending it to the New Yorker. There's no wine joke, after all.
Ray Cornwall
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