MY WASHCLOTH STINKS TOO . . . Uhm, TWO?

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See, this is what happens when there aren’t enough public funds to house them all in the loony bins. Some of ‘em get turned loose on society and they create cartoon books.

Lonnie Millsap’s second cartoon book is titled “I Hate My Job”, and, really, how many of us can’t relate to that? However, this book is not for everyone. Some may find it crude, rude, distasteful and . . . Well, let me put it this way: If you like 'The Simpsons' but think it’s a little too sanitized; if you dig 'The Far Side' but think it could use some bodily fluids; if you love 'The Venture Bros.' and think that porridge is “just right”, then you are gonna go ‘Screwball Squirrel’ over “I Hate My Job”.



“I Hate My Job” essentially takes up where Lonnie Millsap’s last cartoon book, “My Washcloth Stinks”, left off. ("I Hate My Job" is a book of all new cartoons; there are no repeats. I repeat, "No repeats!") You could even think of this new book as “My Washcloth Stinks 2”. However, it seems to me that perhaps "I Hate My Job" includes a bit more blood, snot ‘n’ vomit than its predecessor had. I guess Millsap found “My Washcloth Stinks” to be a quart low. ...Nah, I’m jus’ kidding. (No, I wasn’t!)

To be semi-serious for a moment (I promise it won't last long), Lonnie Millsap’s cartoons have a lot more than just blood, snot ‘n’ vomit to offer. There are zombie waiters, worm comedians, spider moms, hot dog prostitutes, and hitchhiking giraffes. (“Boy, giraffes are selfish!”) And there’s also God. Yeah, Lonnie Millsap is insane enough to portray God in his cartoons! I’m sure Millsap will be struck by lightning before his third book is published. (Giraffes got nuttin’ to worry about now, ‘cause the lightning’s got Lonnie’s name on it.)

Did I mention that some of Millsap’s cartoons are laugh-out-loud funny? I didn’t? Well, too late now, we’re past that paragraph.

If I had to pick a favorite cartoon in this collection it might be "The Y And W Anti-Discrimination Trial" (talk about yer political correctness running amuck!), or the 'dinner surprise in the oven' (always choose your words carefully!), or “Generational Issues In The Fly Community” (I almost choked to death yesterday while thinking about that one and trying to swallow my meds at the same time). But the blind victim of an April Fool’s Day prank is a personal best new low for Lonnie; if there’s a God in heaven, Millsap will never top that one... uhm, fall below it, I mean.

Being one of Millsap’s oldest enemies, I am in possession of the personally autographed ‘Bitter Deluxe’ version of “I Hate My Job”. But I’ll bet if you contacted the lunatic he’d sign a copy for you, too. Ahh, we “little people” - he loves us!

Overall, I may have liked “My Washcloth Stinks” better’n “I Hate My Job” but the very funniest cartoons in the latter might be even funnier than the funniest in the former. So, which of the two books should you get? I’d say it’s six o’ one, half a dozen of the other. (“Holy Trite Expression, Batman!”) So why not buy both? All of his stuffs, the entire Lonnie Millsap collection – “My Washcloth Stinks” AND “I Hate My Job” – would make a crazy gift for the wacko in your home, office, or insane asylum.



You’re a good man, Charlie Brown. You’re a sick man, Lonnie Millsap!
Get some help! I’d willingly pay more in taxes to have you put away... again.

Links:
LONNIE MILLSAP DOT COM

WE DON’T NEED NO STINKING WASHCLOTHS!

~ Stephen T. McCarthy

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