| Dear everyone offended by the blatant Irish stereotyping: I'm half-Irish. Also, Casey is Irish, and he doesn't drink at all. Of course, he may be Satan. Moving right along... |
| Saturday, March 17, 2012 |
| Panel 1: In
the title panel of this Sunday-style colour comic, Marie watches as
Casey runs away from a giant shamrock labelled "West of Bathurst by
Kari Maaren." Panel 2: Casey and Marie are sitting on Marie's futon. A phone jammed into a cavity that really shouldn't exist in a futon, but ah well, artistic licence, I guess...anyway, a phone that had slipped in behind the futon's nonexistent cushions rings. Casey: What's that? Marie [digs out the phone]: Uh...your phone? The one your left at Timmy's in 2010? Panel 3: She hands him the phone. Casey: I don't remember having a phone. Marie: It has a miraculously absurd battery life. Just answer it. Panel 4: Casey: Hello? Voice 1 [on phone, loudly]: Casey, you Irish bastard! You know what day it is; why aren't you drinking with us? Panel 5: Casey [to Marie]: Do I drink? Marie: Nope. Voice 1: Come down the pub and have a pint, man! Voice 2: Is he sober? Why is he? Panel 6: Voice 1: Mind the tentacles! Voice 2: Go dtachta an diabhal thú! [May the devil choke you!] Voice 3: Stop letting it get into the beer, you fecking--yaaaargh! Panel 7: People are still swearing on the other end of the line. Casey: I think I need to kill my phone now. Marie: Just to be sure, you should probably use a hammer. Alt-Text: Tentacles and beer: not a good combination. Don't let it happen to you. Go to commentary |
