You've got to know when to hold 'em
Know when to fold 'em
Know when to walk away
Know when to run
I think Shakespeare wrote that. It's in Macbeth. Go look it up. It's what Duncan says before he gets killed. You see, Lady Macbeth should have known when to hold 'em. She had a comfy life as the wife of a prominent figure in the community. Sure, the grass is always greener in somebody else's front yard (Shakespeare wrote that too - it's in A Winter's Tale, I think), but look around, lady! It's the Dark Ages! At least you have a yard. But nooooo, she wasn't satisfied. Poor Mr. Macbeth, he just wants to enjoy the fruits of his labors and inheritence, and sit around watching NASCAR (Shakespeare did NOT invent NASCAR. That would be Chaucer). Instead, Lady Macbeth makes him go out and do all sorts of indecent things in an effort to better their already not-so-bad life. Mr. Macbeth, he should have known when to run.
Anyway, now people are dead and Lady Macbeth can't get the figurative blood washed from her hands (that's where the CLEAN part comes in, all you IF readers). Can't say I feel too sorry for her.
By the way, I recommend those Mr. Clean Magic Sponges to remove the blood of your enemies from any surface it splatters on. Just a helpful tip from me to you.
I expect you to blow all your lunch money here.
8 comments:
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in it's Richard Petty pace...
Hold on a min.-- my dog just did some business in the house-- out damned Spot!...
Ok- sorry- I'm back- you have great style and idea(s) here!
THose OCD Queens are nothing but trouble. NIce one!
hooray. Finally, an illo that is not someone in a bath. Excellent take on the tyheme, WELL DONE!
Love that drawing...
Damn it Harmonious Josh, you have that song going through my head, the problem is all I know is that same verse.... Interesting take on the topic of clean, your drawing is very daring and dramatic.
This is absolutely fantastic! Love,love,love it! My dark side (ElizaDeath) agrees!
ps. your profile picture ROCKS!
Thanks. While that is certainly a picture of me, the hair, alas, is not mine. It came with the costume. My real hair can only be measured in mm. Sorry to disappoint, ladies.
And the loud smacking noise you just heard was the wife hitting me upside the head.
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