Being that I'm stuck here in my room, I may as well share some more of my Brian G cartoons. I'm not tethered here in any physical sense, tied up or otherwise. Nor am I enfeebled and quarantined to my room by illness. I'm stuck here as a sentry against nature, surrounded by trashcans catching raindrops. The dripping sounds are driving me a little insane, so displaying these cartoons seems apt. Anyway if you like idiomatic humor, enjoy this first one.
But if you LOVE idiomatic humor, but at the same time HATE language and culture, enjoy this next one:
I do feel kinda guilty about posting an inside joke, only people who were at a christmas party in 2008 would get it. Long story short, Brian really did let the clogs out.
Just kidding, that last one was not actually based on an inside joke, it was based on the song Who Let the Dogs Out, just as you originally thought. This next one is based off an inside joke in which Brian made an ass of himself for one small moment in time, all he did was say the word Franch. I then made fun of him for years, and here I go again:
When crafting a Brian G cartoon, you have to scrape all the crap you can out of the rhyme jar. So that's Bri-yan logic I'm appli-yan:
At least Brian makes an effort god damn it! Parent's just don't understand do they? Forget that old crow Brian, you have Alaskan nightlife to get to! Go shake that thang with Latin Cool Guy Sun. His nightlife hangouts are very limited :(
Brian only eats animals capable of looking the saddest. His walk in fridge is piled high with stacks and stacks of frownie faces. Bitch all you want about animal rights, we all know darn well that you'll be at Brian's grill, plate-in-hand, wanting this 4th of July.
