I think I know what Zube Boy was talking to himself about in the bathtub yesterday. How would I know, you might ask? Because I fucking know EVERYTHING! Hello! Haven't you people learned?
Oh yeah, I drew a picture, too. It only seemed right. After all, he doesn't hesitiate to draw VERY unflattering images of his beautiful wife.
Z-Boy: BUBBLES!!! Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles!
Z-Boy: Whee!
Z-Boy: Dude, these ChipMates SUCK!
Z-Boy: Hell yeah, they do. That's because THE WIFE SUCKS!
Z-Boy: HAHAHAHAHA!
Z-Boy: You know what ChipMates really are, don't you?
Z-Boy: What?
Z-Boy: They're what's swept off of the Cookie Crisp factory floor.
Z-Boy: WHAT?!?!?!
Z-Boy: For real. I know stuff about stuff.
Z-Boy: That's nasty.
Z-Boy: Yep. Uh-oh. I hear the wife stomping down the hallway.
Z-Boy: The wife that won't buy me name brand cereal?
Z-Boy: Yup. That's the wife I'm talking about.
Z-Boy: Damn her. Always storming in on my Zube Boy time.
This is what was going on before the conversation in the post below. I just know it.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
If Only He Had a Rubber Ducky
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Labels: Z-Boy Is an Ass-Monkey
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THAT should be on a T-shirt! Complete with the conversation.
Zube, you're my favorite illustrator and storyteller!
get out while you still can! he's a madman!
hee hee, what was making the bubbles???
You KNOW what was making the bubbles, right? Another favorite male pasttime... Although, I don't think I could eat store brand cereal with that aroma floating around.
The next time I'm eating Cookie Crisp, I'll be thinking about farting in the tub. Bah.
Your BOTH maniacs!
He may be a madman, but that just means it's a match made in heaven. But he may just as easily have been talking to the hooker he had in the tub with him, and the bubbles are just a convenient way to hide her when the wife walks in ;)
Phil
Echoes in a Nomad's Head
heh heh... I thought he was drinking a martini in that picture. :-)
Awesome picture!! It's wonderful how he can improvise and make his own bubbles like that.
Honsetly though, I think all men have those converastions with themselves cause they are to scared to tell their all knowing wives - heh heh.
You know, "bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, weeee" in a bath context is very, very disturbing. And icky.
ROFL...his bathtub-cereal eating habit is just TOO funny!
LOL
Yeah, that totally made up for that ugly ass drawing he did.
You know I thought that was a martini too, and that would explain him talking to himself. I think Zube Boy is getting a little thin on top...
Happy Villain- Thank you! Maybe I will put this on a t-shirt.
Blog Ho- Takes one to know one! Heh.
Ginamonster- Hee! I was waiting for someone to say that!
Bonanza- Yeah, the eating cereal in the tub WITH the bubbles would be, um, too much for me.
Chickie- If that's the case, you have to make sure you tell everyone around you!
Junebee- You may be onto something there.
Crazy Like a Fox- HA! That cracked me up. And it had Zube Boy saying, "Yeah honey! How about that?"
Phil- Heh heh. Maybe I'm not as smart as I think I am!
Lisa- It does sort of look like a martini, eh? Actually, that would be me, but I'd have more hair. Three strands of blond on each side in pig tails. :-)
Justme- I think they do, too! Like, they get in big fights with you, until you happen to come along and they're all, "Oh, Hi!" Tee hee.
Kyknoord- It is disturbing
Justdawn- I've never met anyone else quite like him. :-)
Storm- I feel somewhat justified!
Lysie- I'm a cheap-ass all around! Unless, of course, we're talking about Tricuits.
Debi- I think next time he gets ready for a bath, I'm going to make him a martini!
Heh... I thought it was a martini too. LOL, silly me thinking that Zube Boy was going all James Bond on us.
I was with Amy, thought Zube Boy was going all sophisticated and all. Hell, I was even imagining him with a british accent while reading his "coversation" while in the tub...LOL!!!!
So, who is your bath tub informant? Do you have a bug planted in there? Or did a little rubber ducky tell you?
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