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The Bog Witch, Page 5

The Bog Witch, Page 5 published on 7 Comments on The Bog Witch, Page 5

So a bear walks into a bar and says to the bartender, “I’ll have a rum and…”

He waits a bit.

“…coke, please.”

The bartender asks, “Why the big pause?”

“I don’t know, I was born with them.”

That joke has been running through my head the whole time I have been drawing this page. Seriously.

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For some reason I keep thinking that all this stuff was supplies for the witch, maybe the week’s groceries or something, and so he’s going to have to answer for what happened to all the stuff he was meant to get.

“Where’s the bread?”
“…Fed it to a dying bird.”
“Where’s the butter?”
“..Used it to free a fox.”
“What about the really expensive elf-mead?”
“..Gave it to a starving bear that I pulled a bad tooth from.”
“I hope you got something in return for all this!”
“…Well, I took the bird with me because it was cold, and I’ve still got the bear’s bad tooth…”

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