Not exactly snow…
But close enough.
Is this by chance a reference to this incident: http://www.deseretnews.com/article/392575/ONLY-IN-FLORIDA-DOES-COCAINE-DROP-FROM-SKY.html?pg=all ? Haha
So, you read What If? too, huh?
*Spotting easy references!*
Ryan, do you read xkcd?
YO MAN DAT SOME FAST HELECOPTERS FLYIN WIT DAT PLANE MY BRUDDA HAD ONE O DEM MODEL HELECOPTERS U CUD FLY WIT REMOTE CONTROL BUT THEN HE GOT HEPATITIS AN’ DONT LIEK TO PLAY WITH PPL NO MORE.
…and now I’ll have the Reverend Horton Heat song stuck in my head all day… “bales of cocaine, from a low-flying plane…I don’t know who dropped’em, but I’ll thank’em just the same” …such a funny tune…
We’ve seen Buni imagine some crazy things when (presumably) sober. I’d love to see Buni’s hallucinations when he’s on coke.
I occasionally read xkcd. It’s a great comic when I’m actually smart enough to get it (which unfortunately doesn’t happen all the time). I never heard of his What If blog until some readers sent me a link. It’s a total coincidence we both referenced cocaine falling from the sky. Regarding the bales of cocaine falling from the sky news story in Florida: I didn’t know about that specific case, but I have heard of people dumping drugs (especially from boats) when they think they are going to get caught. Then the drugs eventually wash up along the beach.
I once sailed from Colombia to Panama with an Italian who told me he used to transport drugs in buoys on his boat because if his boat was ever boarded by police, he could either dump the buoys or hang them over the side to protect the sides of the boats when the police pulled up alongside and boarded. He assured me at the time that he was retired from the import-export business.
And, yes, I know helicopters can’t fly as fast as a plane, but I’ve only ever seen police helicopters rather than planes, and I ran out of room to draw anything else besides helicopters.
I want to see what happens after all that powder gets into the air.
IT COOL P-LOW I KNO U KNO DAT DEM BOMB DIGGITY HELECOPTERZ CAINT FLY DAT FAST. WE TRY TO RACE MY DADDY’S CAR WIT MAH BRO’S HELECOPTER. THE CAR WAS FASTER BUT HE STILL WHOOPED OUR BUTTS WITH A HALF THAWED PACKAGE O CHICKEN BREASTS WHEN HE WOKE UP AND HEARD WUT WE DONE. ONE LUV, THUG.
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