You never leave a man behind!
Previously on Words & Pictures...
Yes, we're actually attempting a story arc in a weekly strip. It can only end in tears, but if you missed the first installment, you can get up to speed here.
So far, reader response has been overwhelmingly positive:
"If there's even the slightest grain of truth in this one, fuck you. Fuck you in the mouth. The most exotic place I've ever been for work is Montreal and not even the perfect trinity of smoked meat, St-Ambroise and hand-jobs can compare. -Cheers! KP"
Thanks for writing, KP! And don't sell Montreal short: Jamie and I shot there last August and I made him ride around the Old Port with me on a quadricycle, simply so I could wear a straw hat and sing A Bicycle Built For Two. Less quaint was the part where Jamie used his fucking cyclist's legs to jump the curb and pedal us into traffic, where we outraced a bus. I made up the straw hat, but the rest is 100% true.
Speaking of non-stop fun and excitement, the Words vs. Pictures debate is back! This week's question comes courtesy of Mike N., that rare reader who never suggests we deserve to be mouth-fucked.
-Graham
P.S. Less than two weeks after Halloween, Hershey Canada has issued a salmonella alert for candy produced between Oct. 15 and Nov. 10 at their factory not to be confused with the chocolate factory established in my shorts the instant I read that news item. This is what I get for stealing Glosette Raisins from my four-year-old's basket.