Communicatie en RIP

The news of the day: Evil Knievel died. Of illness. And although I can hardly say I knew the guy, I once was an 8 year old with a BMX. Which means Evil Knievel was GOD. Hey, the guy jumped distances longer than I can run without having to catch my breath (yes, I'm a fat-ass)! So I couldn't let the opportunity slip by without some sort of sign of respect. A twisted and sick sign of respect, ok, I admit. I'm a twisted and sick son-of-a-bitch. So?

I always thought he would go in an stunt horribly gone wrong. He proved me wrong. May he rest in peace.

The other cartoon is a valley-girl conversation. Speaking of valley-girls, anybody know what happened to Deep Dark Indelible Green?

Communicatie

Ik weet het, ik weet het, de kleuren lijken nergens naar, heb de prenten verkeerd opgeslagen en de kleuren zijn veranderd hierdoor. Tant pis, nu niks meer aan te doen.

Translation: What we say: "I love you so much"

What we mean: "I want to shove my dick in you!"