Airplane Alertness

1. Sean

   24 January, 2007, 12:18 am

   This totally happened to me on Mon going from Philadelphia to Washington Dulles!!

2. Spud

   24 January, 2007, 3:18 am

   Symbol of the Chief Steward huh?

3. junkman

   24 January, 2007, 6:43 am

   how long can one drag-on rectal health week? isn’t there some kind of anal usb bible or puppet bag that could speed it up?

4. Mandy

   24 January, 2007, 7:44 am

   Riddle me this, Batman. How come men can sleep on the plane but not in the hotel? ❓

5. Jason

   24 January, 2007, 8:08 am

   Happens to me each time on that Philly to Detroit flight. Must be the hour that you sit on the taxi-way.

6. sledge

   24 January, 2007, 9:05 am

   After you have slept on the plane,you are wired by the time you get to the hotel.

7. Lung the Younger

   24 January, 2007, 9:08 am

   Geez, Mandy, it’s obvious. Why fall asleep easily in an empty hotel room when there’s nobody there to annoy with our snoring?

8. pablo

   24 January, 2007, 9:52 am

   If you take panels #2 thru #6 and #8 you have my day at work. Repeat as necessary.

9. Davezilla

   24 January, 2007, 11:28 am

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   How funny. That’s the exact flight I was on when I drew this.

10. Sher

    24 January, 2007, 3:52 pm

    I can totally see this happening in the cockpit after happy hour!

11. Nikki

    24 January, 2007, 4:35 pm

    Did someone say happy hour?

12. Flash Gordon

    24 January, 2007, 5:22 pm

    I refuse to ride a metal cylinder in the freakin’
    air at high speeds, so I can’t relate to this.
    My name’s Flash, and I’m a Luddite. 🙄 😕 :wtf: 👿

13. Brad K.

    24 January, 2007, 5:35 pm

    ‘Dragon Rectal Health Week’ — No shit? Is this the purple dragons from Frank Frezza’s ‘VMR Theory’, the sequel SF novel to ‘McLendon’s Syndrome’? The ones that they couldn’t get to breath flame, so they rig an igniter under the tail? The ones that eat fermented fruit, and no one wants to be underneath when they fly over?

    Jerry wondered at the strange turn of events. Ruth, his secretary, had called in — snowed in, of all things — last Friday, and nothing was moving yet. Jerry’s own car was stranded at home. Now, almost a week had passed, and Jerry was still making it to work each day, walking 12 blocks evening and morning. And Jerry felt great.

    Jerry felt so great, that he had brought his kids to work with him, since the schools were all still closed. Seven days in a row Jerry had been walking to work, but today was different. Having pulled the kids on their sled to the office, Jerry planned to get some work done — except the kids were raiding stair wells, irritating the boss, and annoying the *heck* out of the poor lady in the canteen. And Jerry was getting tired chasing his kids around the building. As the exhausted father of three finally rounded up the brutal savages and got them ready to head home, the phone rang. The phone on Jerry’s desk. The company president called from the home office, “So, Jerry, I understand you walked each day — must be getting really fit!” Watching his kids scatter again, Jerry replied, “Yeah, but now I feel like it has been a draggin’ wreck-tal health week. ‘Night.”

14. Mandy

    24 January, 2007, 6:44 pm

    Anybody standing in front of Mandy

    What if they have a cute butt? I might want to have them in front of me. 😀

15. Bigwavdave

    24 January, 2007, 7:06 pm

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    Yes, A martini for Nikki please…Vodka or Gin?

16. evilmister

    24 January, 2007, 9:43 pm

    AHAHAHAHAH! i mean, seriously. that shit’s just funny.

17. Nikki

    25 January, 2007, 8:19 am

    Yes, A martini for Nikki please…Vodka or Gin?

    Vodka, please. Shaken, not stirred.

18. Tara

    25 January, 2007, 1:40 pm

    I just sprayed Diet Coke all over my desk.

    Good job D.

19. Sharon

    19 February, 2007, 12:53 pm

    He forgot to get off the plane or he thought that the plane has reached itz destination..? hmmm 😛

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