On A Miserable Monday

Always A Contentious Issue.

Another gem from Cyanide and Happiness. I love humourous cartoons. “But Shaun” I hear you ask, “isn’t that an oxymoron? Shouldn’t cartoons, by their very nature, be humourous?”

An interesting point, and certainly a valid one. Until you come across shit cartoon strips like “Peanuts” and “Fred Basset“, where the jokes are so dry you would need 48 cartons of Durex Play, to get suitably lubed up. (Yes, I said 48. Nothing less)

Seeing these cartoons published in a variety of magazines and daily newspapers leaves a bitter, metallic taste in my mouth, which is most likely due to my chronic halitosis - but certainly adds to my unpleasant mood and breath nonetheless.

Another reason for my general feeling of unhappiness is that I’m currently suffering from a severe cold, and may very well die soon. Blowing my nose since Sunday, I must have generated enough snot in the last two days to fill the Steenbras Dam.

Slightly graphic and a tad disgusting? Perhaps. But not as disgusting as the weird object emitted from my nose about 20 minutes ago. Basically it’s the size of a small dog, and it’s been freaking the bejeezuz out of me since it popped out. I’ve left it lying in the corner of The HQ lounge, keeping a close eye whilst writing this, all the while carefully watching for any signs of movement and life.

I have my trusty knobkerrie at my side, which I normally use to ward off vagrants and Big Issue vendors, so I’m going over there now to poke this bloody thing.

Till next time.