DFC #411 |
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Image © 1998 Bil Keane, Inc. Distributed by Cowles Synd., Inc. |
"Fuckin' wusses. You ain't had a hangover 'til you've had a heroin hangover, is what I say."--Thomas Wilde
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"No...time...for bathroom. Must... throw up... in sock drawer..."--Rev. Stackpole
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Hey! That bastard left a glove and baseball on my dresser! I want cash!--Kevy
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"Dammit, I'm still here! I was sure that the bennies and Jack Daniels would get me out of here one way or the other!"--Captain Amnesia
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"Christ, what the hell happened to me? The last I remember, I was sharing a bottle of tequilla with the Peanuts gang ... and now my mouth tastes like a peppermint patty."--Helder
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"That's the last time I try to go shot-for-shot with Dolly."--Helder
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Jeffy would often lay awake most of the night "Oilin' the old baseball glove". I think he was 20 by the time he realized it was supposed to be a euphemism. -- "Flowers for Jefferson", W. Keane Jr.--Paul Roub
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A lifetime of sex, drugs, and pez finally catches up with Jeffy Keane.--Helder
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Jeezuz- eight hours of restful, uninterrupted sleep after a full day of wholesome outdoor play, a homecooked dinner with the family and a glass of warm milk before bed. I just can't *do* that kind of thing anymore!--planejane
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Judging by the shiner Jeffy's sporting I doubt if he ever leaves the lid off of Thel's "Mango Luv-Butter" again.--Opie
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They can say what they want, but even after a 9 day bender, you still got "the look" ma man!--Droopy Drawers
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"Oh god... look at me! One glass of wine and I'm anybody's bitch."--happy noodle boy
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Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the dumbshit who raided Daddy's liquor cabinet last night and just woke up with the taste of Barfy's saliva in his mouth?--Cranky Bear
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The heartbreak of bedwetting... a hysterical Jeffy Keane attempts to extricate himself from the urine-soaked bedlinens, only to realize that his wool jammies are holding the better part of the evenings payload.--Lt. Dan
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My God, look at me-- I look like I was passed around at a Satanic sex cult all night. (sigh) The mirror never lies...--Andrea
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Ha, ha, dad. Baseball mitt and a Family Size Vaseline tub. Yeah, I get it. "Playing catcher at a night game." Very funny.--Andrea
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That does it. My ass is bigger than my head. Deal-a-meal, here I come!--Andrea
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"It's a fun game," Roy said. "It's called 'Quarters,'" Roy said. "We'll have a great time," Roy said.--Orrin Bloquy
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Oh, crap. Did I really vote for Jesse Ventura?--Coalcracker
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Note to Self: When balancing each line of blow with one Percodan an' one shot of 'quila --- don't lose count!--Vice Pope Doug
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Tonight on Quantum Leap: "Oh-boy."--Orrin Bloquy
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grunt ... eerg ... gasp ... pant ... ONE!--Riff
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With a single mighty heave, Jeffy separated the bed and the dresser and the Family Ellipse was born!--Riff
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Damn. Slept on my hair wrong again.--Andrea
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"Oooh... gotta get off the amyl, girlfriend!"--happy noodle boy
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The scene immediately before the one that made into alt.binaries.tasteless--zen
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"Too much Jagermeister! Leiderhosen too tight! The Homeland is disgraced!" - rough translation of German verison Der Family Cirkus.--Monkey Punch
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That oughtta get me four or five more solo panels--NME--
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