Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Sunday, October 03, 2004

Doesn't everyone bathe with sunglasses on?

My future comic strip.
Super Spic and Cracker Chick (SSCC).
Super Spic comes from Mexico. He is an illegal alien employed by the US government. His super powers come from his Mullet, the smell of Tuna, Tequila, Habaneras and Santana.
He is able to swim wide expansive rivers. His Father farms Blue Agave. His mother deals in natural “herbs”. He can produce a green card from corn tortillas and thin air. Super Spic saves the world in his low riding El Camino.
Super Spic can produce toxic farts on demand and consume mass amounts of bean burritos, not necessarily in that order.

Cracker Chick comes from Texas. She is able to ride 8 seconds. She is an indigenous person employed by the local K-Mart. Her Father is a Grand Dragon in the KKK and her mother is a Mormon Scout Master. Her super powers come from her Mullet, the smell of Tuna, super sized Big Macs, Bruce Springstein and the cars parked in her front yard. She can produce an Uzi with sheer will. Cracker Chick saves the world in her jacked up 85’ Chevy S-10.
Cracker Chick can produce toxic belch's on demand and consume mass amounts of “near beer” not necessarily in that order.
They communicate between the “Picante phone and the Coors cam.
Their evil archenemies include John Kerry, George Bush, Michael Jackson, and his Catholic Priest cohorts.
Super Spic and Cracker Chick can smell a Dogmatic Doobie from across the border.
They are both employed by a super secret International agency (ANUS) Allied Neurotically Underestimated Squad.

Feel free to add.
(You all know I am the least prejudiced person on the planet, that is why this is SO fucking funny).


  • At Monday, October 04, 2004 8:57:00 AM, Blogger Dave said…

    It's a good thing you put that disclaimer at the end. I was about to lay into you heavy. "So, I guess gay people are born that way but Mexicans deserve to be made fun of?" Ooooooohhhh Kaaaaaayyyyyyy.... Let me ask you a question; if I made a comic called Homo Hero that fought crime by redecorating his enemies' living rooms so they don't know where to find anything, would that entertain you?

    It's always interesting to me when people go over the border to make fun of people when there's so much material that's home-grown.

    I'm glad to hear you're not prejudiced, Keri. That would hurt my brain.

  • At Monday, October 04, 2004 10:54:00 AM, Blogger Ms-Chievous said…

    Homo Hero would ROCK!!
    This "Idea" was actaully a conversation that my hispanic friend and I had one day poking fun at each other.

  • At Monday, October 04, 2004 11:28:00 AM, Blogger Phoebe said…

    I think I know Cracker Chick. She actually lives in Utah.

    Here's a Super Hero:
    The Phenomenal Phoebe!!!, whose superpower is knowing how to say "shit" in three different languages!!!, and is able to guzzle a mocha frapaccino lite in ONE HOUR!!
    Don't ya think exclamation points help with the understated hyperbole?

  • At Monday, October 04, 2004 2:47:00 PM, Blogger Jo said…

    What about the Blonde Bimbo Weirdo Magnets? They use their magnetic stupidity (if there is such a thing as "magnetic" stupidity) to attract and then wipe out weirdos.

    As usual, you crack me the hell up!!!!

  • At Wednesday, October 06, 2004 2:41:00 PM, Blogger Ms-Chievous said…

    Oh oh, how about "Blonde Bimbo" and her Bazooka boobs of death?


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