Crankshaft – Page 10 – Son of Stuck Funky

Go Fourth, Into The Past.

I’m busy with family right now, literally burning money in the most beautiful and sparkly way ever. And I hope all of you also have fun things planned for Independence Day.

Due to the two weeks of recycled Lisa’s Story regurgitation we were subjected to the last week, I wanted to remind myself why I sometimes found Crankshaft good. I decided to pull up a quick vertical slice of 20 years of Crankshaft’s 4th of July strips. Some are festive, some are fun, some are nonsensical, and some are just dumb. But seen as a whole, the downward trajectory is clear. Let me know which of these, if any you find funny/infuriating.

Love you all!

(Sundays for the first several years weren’t available, so that’s why some years are skipped. )

Rock Bottom Remainders

And the winner of the Crankshaft punchline contest is….

Duck of Death with “God damn that bitch! I ordered stones!”

Ducky! Please come up to accept your prize! I know it’s half-assed and terrible looking. But so is Crankshaft these days.

(*I was going for Yamcha and ended up with crouching Gollum, but you work with what you got.*)

Is This The Line For Punch?

I had a different goal on these parodies. Instead of recontextualizing the entire strip I just changed one word bubble to write a new punchline.

Can you come up with more interesting and funny punchlines to these setups? The winner will get awful photoshop art in their honor!

Skipping Along

SO, (heh heh,) CBH is tagging in, and we’re back in Crankshaft, back in the McKenzie’s attic, and back in the glorious year of 2007, (for now.)

Eric ‘Mooch’ Myers is gushing about some 60-year-old comic books with more passion and devotion than we could ever expect him to show a lover.

And, for whatever reason, yes we are STILL in the attic.

Cranking It Up!

CBH at the helm for this one. And FIRST OF ALL.

We’ve reached the maximum busy season for farm work here in CBHville. Where we are trying to simultaneously finish planting beans, chop rye hay, spray weeds, apply fertilizer, care for cows, AND (most daunting of all) clean my parent’s basement for my sister’s family to arrive for Memorial Day.

I was feeling overwhelmed.