July
10th, 2006
As any gambling
addict will tell you, watching sports is a lot more fun when
you've got a stake in the outcome. I spent yesterday cheering
for France, not because I wanted them to win, but because I
find our alternate comic much
funnier. Combined, the two form a Romance language phrasebook
suitable for terrifying waiters in the world's finest restaurants.
Traitorous
bastard that I am, I switched sides near the end and started
cheering for Italy. Their goalie was awesome whereas the only
thing the French guy had going was an uncanny resemblance to
Moby. And unless it turns out Materazzi was threatening Zidane's
children, that love
tap was weak sauce.
Special
thanks to our friend Mario for the Italian translation. I handled
the French myself, so I apologize in advance if the grammar's
atrocious. I never would have passed Grade 6 French if my father
hadn't been having an affair with the teacher.
Thanks, Dad!
-Graham
P.S. It's
a miracle that you're reading this at all. Jamie's on vacation
and this is the first time I've done the techie stuff myself.
See those weird white lines just below the comic? Me too. And
I have no idea how to fix them. I'm just grateful I didn't crash
the site entirely.
P.P.S. Words
vs. Pictures will return - with Jamie - on July 24.
