Comments on: Jerry Bloop – Life Lessons IV (Dad Smell)

By: julius bloop

julius bloop — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 20:06:32 +0000

A Damn, if it’s the sink I’m thinking of – you must smell of discarded chicken wings and hippie residue.

GM, I think so too, thanks. Jerry will shortly run for president of the blarps.

By: GM

GM — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 16:33:19 +0000

Jumping jacks in bed?

I see what you did there.

I especially like how he turned the whole thing on its head in an instant.

“Yep, I’m ready for a date, online.”

Jerry has officially become king of the bloops.

By: A Damn M.

A Damn M. — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 08:12:31 +0000

I think the last I’d want to smell when with a girl is my dad. But I’m one step ahead; I always take pretend showers. In the sink.

By: julius bloop

julius bloop — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 07:14:18 +0000

the garbage man will dispose of the evidence.

the thing around my neck is a leather pouch containing a shaman’s tear that chrissy from the bistro gave me before i left new york. i figure that it’s the kind of thing jerry bloop would be obsessed with.

By: moose

moose — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:56:44 +0000

hysterical … by the way, what is that thing around your neck?

By: Owl of Parliament

Owl of Parliament — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 23:35:55 +0000

Just make sure nobody finds out about you hiding grandma’s pills or else it’s second degree murder charges for you.