Once again, Fred was smug in the knowledge that his waist was indeed a fraction smaller than William’s. And as always, William spent the rest of the afternoon sulking in the corner like a big baby.
Meanwhile, poor Spot hobbles around without any hind legs and nobody even gives a damn.
I think Fred and Will look quite smart in their homemade pleated slacks. They’re quite metrosexual before their time, no? With their narrow hips, broad shoulders, and all-year glow.
William’s confidence wasn’t high to start with, not since that wierd chunk of hair on the back of his head went grey…
Hahaha
I just found this site through ‘Drawn’ and I love it, adding you to my daily favourites.
I nearly bepissed myself reading this particular one. Where is our compassion for Spot’s plight? How can Fred ignore Spot’s plaintive panting and smugly go on reading his newspaper?
I found your site off http://www.sublimedirectory.com under Sublime Times > Sites of the Week. Too funny!
OMG! I just choked on my diet coke with that Spot comment!
I’ve learned my lesson – no drinking while reading this!
Too damned funny! Sad thing is – I bet my MOM still has some of these tucked away somewhere! LOL!
OH, please, pretty please with sugar on top! Go ahead,
start on the pleats!
Fred cares about Spot and he’s reading an article on “What to do with an amputee dog” he tells me.
Do you believe him?
I thought real men were supposed to wear their pants belted below their belly buttons, not all sinched up under their rib cage, makes it kind of hard to breathe. Are you sure these are guys? and anyway who reads anything standing up with his dog at his side? Is this some kind of dog training exercise? Is that a short giraffe or is it a rather long necked dog? Gosh, I like the red plastic dog collar, but really, shouldn’t they have tried to coordinate the dog collar with their belts just to give it a more authentic urban look?
Both Fred and William are forced to stand up all day long and never bend their knees, thanks to the fact that their wives super-starched the pleats permanently into their slacks. And don’t worry about Spot–he can still piss in Fred’s shoes, and he doesn’t have to squat as far.
It looks like there is a slight knee bend in Fred’s left leg, but if that is where his knee is either he has shins half the size of a normal man’s or an extremely high crutch. The sad thing is that I am forced to sell pants very similar to these…to women…who actually have bums…I think spot is trying to find Fred’s bum…and he’s thinking, why does this guy have such pointy hips…and you all thought dogs were dumb…