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.
THIS IS NOT A POLITICAL POST.
PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS BIT OF NONSENSE AS CBH MAKING ANY KIND OF POLITICAL STATEMENT.
THE BRAIN WORMS MADE ME DO IT.
BATIUK SET THIS IN MOTION.
I ONLY GAVE LIFE TO WHAT HE SPIRITUALLY CONCIEVED.
DO NOT ARGUE ABOUT POLITICS HERE.
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ARGUE ABOUT WHAT DID OR DIDN’T OR SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED ON JANUARY 6, 2021, PLEASE GO TO GO COMICS. THERE IS A HOT SPICY THREAD JUST WAITING FOR YOU.
(If you would like to discuss how tone deaf, baffling, and awkward Friday’s Crankshaft was, you can stay.)
Continue reading “Cranky Revolt”Though you Beady-Eyed-Nitpickers have done a bang up job with your Cranky commentary this week, I promised you a weekly Crankshaft Post. So here it is!
This is more brief announcement than a post. The next installment of the Animal Headed John series will go up tomorrow night, as today I was busy hiding old Valentine’s Day candy in little plastic eggs in my house for my housemate to find, and greedily drinking in all the cookie baking compliments I could wring from my family members. We’re talking Les Moore levels of smug every time someone bit into one of these bunny shaped bad boys.
For those of you reading who celebrate the season, I pray your day was joyful. For those of you who don’t I hope you still had an awesome day, too.
All of us, no matter our beliefs, can together enjoy the mad rush of Half-Price Mini Eggs day tomorrow.
Crankshaft celebrates Easter like a California Millennial with a Catholic grandma across the country. About once every 10 years, just for the cameras, to make the old lady shut up. This year was an off year for him. So enjoy these reprints of prior celebrations.
