Today has just been one of those days where I just can’t seem to get the strip I drew to work, so instead I’m putting up a comic that was previously only published in the Marine Corps Times newspaper. I don’t know what it is, but I was staring at the damn thing for like 3 hours and I forgot why I even did it in the first place.
You’d be surprised how many jokes actually go unpublished. Very frequently I find that I’ll think of a joke, write it down, then forget about it for weeks. When I come back to it, the joke isn’t funny to me anymore so I never do the strip–despite the fact that no one else has ever seen it. It’s a terrible cycle, but if you look at my notebooks, you’ll see probably hundreds of jokes that I’ve never actually used. Anyway, I know many of you might have read this in the Marine Corps Times, but I’m sure there are plenty of you that have not!
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As far as the comic goes, I suppose some people feel entitled to some grand send-off when they retire from the military, and perhaps they are; but I know that I personally wouldn’t like making 150 Lance Corporals stand in a field for 2 hours to watch my old ass leave the military. If ever I were to stay in the military for a stupid amount of time, I’d rather have the Marines remember me fondly by sending hookers, beer and pizza to the barracks on a Thursday night starting a 96.
That is how I’d want to be remembered:
The guy that bought you syphilis and Papa John’s.