Score one tiny point for comedy I guess. As old folks playing for a box of Boost got a real chuckle out of me. My Aunt used to push that stuff on my Grandma like it was the magic elixir of youth. And we’re still using old Boost boxes to store knick knacks.
But I don’t know if Ol’ Cranky had ever played pickleball back in the Ayers era. So where are these dynamic panels from yesterday’s strip coming from?
To Google!
‘Pickleball Stock Photo ‘
LOL
One day more!
Another day, another travesty.
This never-ending road to banality;
These men with smirks as sick as slime,
Will surely return another time.
One more vote!
One more graph!
One day more!
Despite today’s original strip having what a dedicated mortician of humor could classify as a recognizable joke, I can almost guarantee it won’t make next year’s shortlist for today’s award.
It would take either a superhuman feat of hilarity, or the sudden and violent death of a hated character, for any strip set in Komix Korner get a nomination for Best Strip.
Continue reading “The Crankshaft Awards! Day 6!”
Thus ends Back Pain Week, 2025. I can only assume we’ll get another installment next year. Or heck, maybe next week. Maybe we’ll go on a guided tour through Crankshaft’s decrepit old body as it breaks down for the rest of the year. A month cleaning ears clogged by bristly hair and wax. Two weeks treating varicose veins. A couple days grinding down fungus encrusted toenails with a dremel. An entire mega arc on hemorrhoids. A girl can dream.
Continue reading “The Crankshaft Awards! Day 5!”
Seriously. Brief Digression. But why isn’t Crankshaft an easily pissy old coot any more? Doddering, Confused Cranky is LAME.
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ANGRY EYEBROWS!
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Son of Stuck Funky 