Frazz by Jef Mallett for November 14, 2012
Transcript:
Girl: Why is coach Hacker wearing wool long johns? Frazz: Because as soon as school's out, he's going hunting up north. How do you know what underwear he's got on? Girl: Because he's sweating and smells like mothballs. How do you know he's going to deer camp? Frazz: Because his football team didn't make the playoffs.
runar about 12 years ago
Yeah, but you gotta watch out for dem Hodags.
Woldfamily about 12 years ago
…it’s ‘da Yoopers’ ain’t it? ;-)
bagbalm about 12 years ago
The time of year some UP bars put a sign out – No guns, no knives.
sonorhC about 12 years ago
…no service?
wwh85cp about 12 years ago
You got better tips the second week of deer camp?
Eww, I shouldn’t have thunk that thunk.
gcarlson about 12 years ago
Heard a song once, “While you’re out hunting, Honey, I’m gonna be fair game.”
phoenixnyc about 12 years ago
I really wish that tourist season was handled like deer season.
KasparV about 12 years ago
And da Yoopers did a song about that, too. Titled “He’s Gone”.
water_moon about 12 years ago
Project much?May I suggest you head over to Luann to join with the other “comic charaters as real people” obsesives.
steelersneo about 12 years ago
SECOND WEEK OF DEER CAMPDa Yoopers
Hey there goes one (BANG!) Hey you shot my cow!
It’s the second week of deer campI got a swollen headI’m lying with the dustballsUnderneath the bedAn icy breeze is blowingInto the tongue and grooveMy pants are frozen to the floorAnd I’m too sick to moveI didn’t drink so manyJust durty (thirty) cans of beerIt musta been that last shotThat put me under here
It’s the second week of deer campAnd all the guys are hereWe drink play cards and shoot the bullBut never shoot no deerThe only time we leave the campIs when we go for beerThe second week of deer campIs the greatest time of year
I remember playing pokerThat weasel musta wonHe’s wearing my new swampersAnd sleeping with my gunHe’s snoring like a chainsawThe camp smells like a dumpSomeone’s dirty underwearIs hanging on the pumpMickey’s in the woodboxWeener’s on the stoveHis flannel shirt is smoking (sniff)I wonder if he knows (YEOW!)
It’s the second week of deer campAnd all the guys are hereWe drink play cards and shoot the bullBut never shoot no deerThe only time we leave the campIs when we go for beerThe second week of deer campIs the greatest time of year
Beadle’s crawling through the doorI think he got frostbiteHe passed out in the outhouseAnd he’s been there since last nightGoofus stumbled through the doorHe says he got a buckHe was coming from the waysideAnd hit it with his truckMusty cracked a beer and saidLet’s celebrateGoofus caught the first buckSince 1968
It’s the second week of deer campAnd all the guys are hereWe drink play cards and shoot the bullBut never shoot no deerThe only time we leave the campIs when we go for beerThe second week of deer campIs the greatest time of year
Fade out while repeating chorus