You shout “four” when your favourite batsman times a beautiful cover drive which runs all the way down to the boundary rope, you yell “fore” when your favourite golfer lets loose a magnificent drive that travels for absolute miles. But although they sound the same but are spelled completely differently, one should never call them out at the wrong event.
After all, that just wouldn’t be cricket, now would it? ;)
(And for the count, ball boxes are usually a shade of off-white when compared to the rest of the kit in a kit bag. It’s best not to dwell upon it really…)
Who doesn’t love a free lunch? Back when I still worked at the varsity, committee meetings were the greatest because there was always some finger snacks, sandwiches and juice to be had – which of course made paying attention to what was being stated in the meeting itself pretty tricky at times!
I must say, I kind of like the cheerful look on our running thief’s face, but in brutal honesty, I really should have spent some more time/effort on the background and background characters.
Can only imagine that I must have been rushing to get to my supper on the night…
Gamers are pretty sophisticated computer users aren’t they? They tweak and they hack and they optimize and they perform magic with that little mouse and keyboard of theirs – in other words they the equivalent of PC Gods. Yet for some or other reason these leet mad skillz hardly ever translate well to real world problems that need to be solved on a PC – like tax forms and balance sheets for example! ;)
(Oh, and while we’re at it, meet Carl, the newest member of the regular House of C cast of characters.)
Don’t ask, in hindsight not even I’m sure why I came up with this one. But it does as least serve as a good entry point for the newest member of the stable House of C cast of characters, namely Castle, a lovable but fairly dimwitted, sporty type.
But for the record, power drills do tend to solve a lot more problems than what you would normally think.
Making kebabs could potentially be a lot easier than what it currently is, right? O.o
This actually happened to Chantelle while she was happily sitting alone, working away in her office one day. As the uncomfortable feeling of trapped gas slowly rose up inside her, she decided the best course of action was to allow the eruption of this unnatural trapped air and so bellowed out a mighty burp – which of course was exactly when the guest standing behind her in the office door decided to pipe up.
It’s remarkable the level to which some people want to humanize their animals. Take toilet training for example. Take a gander across the Internet searching on the term toilet train cat and see the sheet amount of literature written on that one subject already. But as the photos and videos go on to prove, teaching your cat to use a human toilet for its business is pretty doable.
Though of course it does leave the question just whose job it is to flush.
But at least now we men would have an adequate scapegoat should our woman ever corner us regarding some or other piece of forgotten toilet etiquette…
(Oh and note that this comic marks the first official appearance of what will eventually become the House of C’s regular cast of characters. So welcome Candy, Cain and Coco, courtesy of Craig. Note the name theming and note the title of the comic. Now you’re getting it…)
This embarrassingly enough has happened to me before you know (not the g-string bit though). Just as class was about to get underway, still happily stretching in anticipation of a good bout of training, I squatted to loosen up my hears and was horrified to hear a loud ripping noise as I went down.
Needless to say, I had underestimated my dogi’s stretchiness and now had to contend with a rather large, gaping hole in my pants, underpants happily showing my bum cheek off to anyone who cared.
Still, the practice was good and I must say, it was certainly more airy training that way…
The female species. Seemingly completely incapable of packing sensibly and more importantly, packing in accordance with available space and duration of the trip. Without fail, with every packing opportunity, my dear wife will haul out the biggest bag available and stuff it to the seams, pausing only to inquire whether or not I still have space in my bag for say her hairdryer.
Or twenty million towels.
Either way, getting the car ready for the trip involves quite a lot of inventive reshuffling and an exercise in packing logistics.
I’m beginning to think that the airports have got this one right by restricting the amount of stuff you can throw aboard! :)
Axed! It’s weak I know. But hey, sue me. It’s my webcomic and I can run out of good ideas if I want to! So there! :P
But in the interests to keep you on board as a regular reader, please be aware that I hereby solemnly do swear to come up with far better material in the future. Though I’m just not sure what comedians might think when they start seeing their material turn up here on the really slow days…
Final note in order to pad out this post entry. The joke revolves around the dual meaning of axed, in other words a literal axe and the implied meaning of losing one’s position. There, now it really isn’t funny any more!