[[Three women; the woman on the left wears a black hood trimmed with fur and carries a basket on her back; the woman in the center carries a basket on her back; the woman on the right seems to be Marsha]]
Left: Ladies, have you heard? Bifton's out! He's thrown the yoke and drawn a dusty soda!
Center: Dunk me a drumstick! Are you crowing for dawn, or is this the straight bacon?
Right: Who is Bifton?
Left: I got it in from Alistano down at the dog creamery. Bifton got pinked by Jornavenich!
Center: Well, it's about time! Good riddance to bad radishes!
Right: I don't... I don't know what any of this is
Right: Are you talking about real radishes and an actual dog creamery or is this all some kind of weird folksy idiom?
Left: Bifton's gonna be ridin' the upside-down turnip truck all the way to Tuscaloosa, that's for sure.
Center: Dial HIM a pickle and call him a date.
Right: Ooh! The sudden electricity in the air suggests to me that your strange vegetable-based euphemisms have taken a turn for the vulgar!
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{{alttext: Before I was just confused -- but now I'm titillated and confused!}}
Before I was just confused -- but now I'm titillated AND confused!
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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