Deadbeat neighbor: “You look tired.”
Me: “I am. Just got back from the convention.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “What, another comic book convention?”
Me: “Depends. You ever hear about anybody getting drunk and using cherry licorice to lasso hookers at a comic book convention?”
Deadbeat neighbor: “Not really.”
Me: “Then no, it wasn’t another comic book convention.”
Deadbeat neighbor: “…Hey, why aren’t you wearing any shoes?…”
He’s obviously never seen Grant Morisson at a ‘con.
At least you managed to keep track of your pants this time.
Those are his?
Ew.
Well, of course not. Not cherry licorice.
Black, baby, black. It’s all about fashion At comic-cons.
At Star Trek cons they use those off-brand variety flavours–like ‘pina colada’ and ‘lemonade’. IDIC, y’know…