Annotations Every Day - Written by T Campbell & Flo Kahn - Illustrated by John & Jason Waltrip
After the last comic I thought Grayl was the grandmother…
The last panel was definitely ambiguously written (‘…like their grandma, and Grayl the Gravedigger’ probably would have been better), but the kids were referred to as ‘his’ grandsons in the middle panel, which is far less ambiguous.
Hey, that boy isn’t lying prone. When your on your back it’s supine!
…Does anything rhyme with supine?
He looked at the knife, his body supine, ’till his grandfathers sword made his terror decline.
And instead of ‘prone’, one could say ‘prostrate’, Which ISN’T the same as being on one’s prostate.
You’re a mean one, Brother Tom…
O no some ones Been Naughty
how sweet, they got married by Jesus.
Can’t unsee.
Maybe that’s Gravedust before dwarfism hit.
Be careful Grayl, they wont leave without a Figgy Pudding.
The Figgy Pudding is fine. It’s the Friggy Pudding you have to watch out for.
Those carolers get her hopes up, every year.
“We won’t go until we get some, We won’t go until we get some, We won’t go until we get some, So, bring some out here.”
Frigg never gets why they all run away screaming, as soon as she drops her pants.
That’s quite a few limbs there.
Goshdarn Krampus, always causing trouble.
♪ And that horrible sound of knife grating on bone. ♪
He charged in and swung, but alas He’d not donned his mail He had lived as Gravedigger, but died as Hole-y Grayl.
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After the last comic I thought Grayl was the grandmother…
The last panel was definitely ambiguously written (‘…like their grandma, and Grayl the Gravedigger’ probably would have been better), but the kids were referred to as ‘his’ grandsons in the middle panel, which is far less ambiguous.
Hey, that boy isn’t lying prone. When your on your back it’s supine!
…Does anything rhyme with supine?
He looked at the knife, his body supine,
’till his grandfathers sword made his terror decline.
And instead of ‘prone’, one could say ‘prostrate’,
Which ISN’T the same as being on one’s prostate.
You’re a mean one, Brother Tom…
O no some ones Been Naughty
how sweet, they got married by Jesus.
Can’t unsee.
Maybe that’s Gravedust before dwarfism hit.
Be careful Grayl, they wont leave without a Figgy Pudding.
The Figgy Pudding is fine. It’s the Friggy Pudding you have to watch out for.
Those carolers get her hopes up, every year.
“We won’t go until we get some,
We won’t go until we get some,
We won’t go until we get some,
So, bring some out here.”
Frigg never gets why they all run away screaming, as soon as she drops her pants.
That’s quite a few limbs there.
Goshdarn Krampus, always causing trouble.
♪ And that horrible sound
of knife grating on bone. ♪
He charged in and swung, but alas
He’d not donned his mail
He had lived as Gravedigger,
but died as Hole-y Grayl.