The Grim Reaper has never been able to put on the pounds. Food passes right through him, dropping through the bottom of his jaw before bouncing off his ribs and landing unceremoniously on the ground. Wine splatters off his ribs and stains his pelvic bones before watering the earth. What he wouldn’t give to hang a bit of flesh on those bleached bones. Fortunately, he never loses his composure — always smiling, he is the epitome of professionalism, never failing to complete the job sooner or later.
FAREWELL 2018
This concludes Year One of Grinsane, with 73 comics lurking now in the archives. Thanks for reading, and see you next year for more horror comedy cartoons!
I’m always amazed at how unsightly so many of these sex cult leaders are. You would think if someone were going to run a sex cult, they would either look like Aquaman or Christopher Lee. But alas, Guru Todd is pretty much par for the course when it comes to brainwashing attractive women into taking their clothes off and giving away all their money.
Have you been following the story of NXIVM? Case in point…
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This started off as a simple cartoon that eventually grew more complicated as more and more ants entered the picture. Originally the ants were pretty simple but I ended up reworking the comic today to give them more personality — as well as cutlery. Being devoured alive by ants has to be one of the more terrible ways to die, although there is always the possibility of it happening in a beautiful location and enjoying a glorious sunset in the process.
If the joke isn’t quite clear, please note that only one cowboy is capable of actually seeing the sunset, thanks to some serendipitous ocular positioning…
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Many people have mixed feelings about hunting, but managed properly, it can actually be good for the environment. There are way too many people on this planet!
This comic arose from a theoretical question I was pondering while out hiking during hunting season — what if for every 100 deer licenses issued to humans, there was one human license issued to a Predator. The Predator would only be allowed to harvest one human, and it couldn’t be a pregnant female. Would people still go hunting for deer?
Personally, I think the 1-in-100 odds might be a little discouraging to your average person. But bump them up to 1 human per 1000 deer and…?
Please leave me a comment if you have an opinion on the matter.
Also, if you think a movie sequel could be made around this concept.
One thing is for sure, under the new rules, hunters would really earn their trophies — if not becoming one first.
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I’m completely tanked. I estimate 100 kids showed up on Halloween night, and since my wife was working late, I single-handedly worked the fog machine, the werewolf megaphone, and handed out candy. All worthwhile, though. Our stoop was fully decorated and several of the kids even commented on how awesome it was. “You have the best house,” said one, before I gave him two more handfuls of premium Halloween candy.
We saw the new Halloween movie the week before. A pretty solid sequel, I thought, but I must be getting old — the best part of the movie for me was watching JLC deal with her PTSD, and MM’s initial escape (I don’t think those are spoilers if you haven’t seen the movie — you didn’t think Michael Myers wasn’t going to escape, right?). I feel like this with a lot of horror movies, though — I’m more into seeing how the cuckoo clock is assembled than watching the bird pop out of the hole 12 times.
SPOCK, HUH, WHAT?
If you are a regular visitor to this site or fan of the Halloween movies, you probably don’t need this cartoon explained. But just in case not, geek out with this video:
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