Tales From The Old Scout
Tuesday, May 12th, 2009 @ 12:00 am | Sexism, What Were They Thinking
Here’s a big ‘un for ye…it starts out well, but read it to the end.
Need that enlarged?
“Thanks fer saving the town, maw… now make me a sammich.”
May 12th, 2009 at 12:06 am
Mary Lyman’s maiden name didn’t happen to be Lazana, did it? And Samar sure does look funny wearing a bib.
May 12th, 2009 at 1:33 am
“Sorry that you lost seven of your women friends but gosh darnit I’s hungry!”
“Oh and Maw? Are we Scottish?”
Maw is the Scottish slang for mother…the southern term is Ma
May 12th, 2009 at 3:05 am
So that’s where all those hiphop-artist learned their lingo from! ’nuff said.
May 12th, 2009 at 3:45 am
The Old Scout and his genuine Ol’ West gibberish.
May 12th, 2009 at 8:22 am
There’s nothing like a strong, competent woman who knows when to shut up around her man. That’s what I believe, and I’m sure my girlfriend would agree, if any girls would have sense enough to date me.
May 12th, 2009 at 8:23 am
What, does that Indian think he’s Superman, making his entrance through a window when there’s a perfectly good door right there?
May 12th, 2009 at 10:35 am
No, if he thought he was Superman he would have crashed right through the wall.
And why does the old scout talk like a Gold Rush prospector? How old is this guy?
May 12th, 2009 at 11:26 am
Now…I ain’t wantin’ to be a ass,here or nuttin…but thar is a strong-willed womin-type folk with a rifle firing away right thar.
May 12th, 2009 at 11:29 am
Yes, the men came back, and the wommen folk stepped back to their rightful positions….
……but what Old Scout didn’t tell you was that each man carried 200 lbs of gold dust with them.
and now you know….the REST of the story.
Still chortling about snoo snoo.
May 12th, 2009 at 11:52 am
Walls of text, impenetrable accent… are we sure this wasn’t written by a time-traveling Chris Claremont?
May 12th, 2009 at 7:44 pm
I’m not sure “Old Scout” has seen a female outside of his mom until that little girl in the second panel. I bet she stuffed that bow where the sun don’t shine.
May 12th, 2009 at 9:28 pm
The moral of the story is that there is only one thing more inferior than a woman, and that’s an American Indian.
May 12th, 2009 at 11:50 pm
Yeah, like I want a crazy old homeless looking guy waving a firearm to hang around my kids to tell them stories about his crack-induced fever dreams.
May 13th, 2009 at 3:40 am
[onion3000 Says:
"The Old Scout and his genuine Ol’ West gibberish"]
was that a blazing saddles reference?
“no, goshblabbering darn it! the scheriff is a ni*DONG*!”