Beer, Food, Geekitude

Fact: “Stand By Me” is free on Comcast OnDemand.

Fact: Pre-made Jose Cuervo margaritas are $11.99 a bottle at my local Shop-Rite (they taste like salt, lime-like juice, and regret).

Fact: Having Richard Dreyfuss narrate your drunk dreams is about as awesome as you think it is.

–DB

This actually happened.  Fortunately, I couldn’t even finish the regular size, so Nolando did not starve to death due to his giant bowl of broth and 2 noodles.

On a somewhat related note, I ate McDonald’s for the first time in years last night and I think I can feel myself dying from the inside out.  Pray for mojo.

–DB

Seriously, all the weather app on my iPhone tells me is what day it is.  The rest is useless.  I wonder if they have an icon for “Tornado”?

P.S.  Read this.  You will not be dissapointed.

–DB

Annnnd we’re back.  This is a special double long BAF for your viewing pleasure because a) it’s our tenth strip, and b) I took such a long, unforeseen hiatus.

Along with my insane work schedule, last week also saw the inflammation of my right wrist to ridiculous proportions.  Whether it was caused by drawing or horse wrangling, I’m still not sure, but it seems to be better now.  Hopefully I can stick to some semblance of a posting schedule this week.

–DB

Ok, I promise this is the last Randolph comic for a while.  Well, at least a day.  This strip co-stars my twinsie-in-crime, Caromelia.  It also has no shading or crowd because I am backed up with work, thus resulting in an empty movie theatre.

Randolph the Fridge is back.  Because what’s better as a reoccurring character than a collaged, anthropomorphous refrigerator that used to tour with Michael Jackson?  NOTHING.  That’s what.

–DB

So remember how we like to collage the kitchen? The fridge, who goes by the name of Randolph, is also a fully collaged piece of artwork that keeps the soy milk cold.  He also hung out with MJ back in ‘85.  Special thanks to Zimbro for the photo of Randolph the Fridge.

–DB