Monday, July 12, 2004


James Lileks, whom I thought had one of the better minds in all Blogosphere, has, apparently, had the wheels come off. He says, laughably, ridiculously, falsely and libelously, the following, concerning Mad Magazines's Don Martin:
Don Martin wasn’t all that funny, but it looked funny, and in his case that was enough.
Oh, really? Fester Bestertester and Karbunkle were not all that funny, huh?

What about the time that the halitosis-suffering Dr. Fester Bestertester, DDS, drills into Karbunkle's one and only giant front tooth with a hi-speed drill, just as the city suffers a power failure? Remember Karbuncle's face as the drill's rpm's slowed and the bit stuck in his tooth? Not funny? Heh!

And the time that Fester Bestertester and Karbunkle are standing, innocently, on the sidewalk awaiting the military parade when the heavy office safe gets accidently pushed out of a window 30 stories above them. The safe comes screaming down upon the unsuspecting pair and lands, corner first, exactly atop poor Karbunkle's headbone. He is crushed to the ground and his tongue goes lolling out all the way across the street. Just then, the parade arrives with troops, tanks, heavy armor, etc., marching over his outstretched tongue. Not funny? Heh!

I bought a paperback of Mr. Martin's finest Fester Bestertester and Karbunkle work and got thrown out of afternoon studyhall for uncontrollable and unstifleable laughter. Well, maybe that looked pretty funny, too.

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