Tag Archives: halloween

Pumpkin Pumpkins

This week’s comic is about how there are 50 days until Halloween, and yet every supermarket is already full of PUMPKIN EVERYTHING and OCTOBERFEST. The only thing they don’t seem to have out yet is apple cider, and that’s the one thing I actually want right now. And apple cider donuts. Hot ones.

I mean, some pumpkin stuff is delicious. Shipyard nailed pumpkin beer. Pumpkin pie — delicious. But 1. it’s too early. And 2. the sheer amount of pumpkin flavored items is overkill at this point.

Anyway, I actually had more ideas for this comic but not enough time to draw them all:

  • Self driving pumpkin — not there yet but in 2019 they’ll be released.
  • Hurricane pumpkin (too soon) — leaves pumpkin scented devastation in its wake.
  • Napumpkinalene — detox from opioids through the magic of pumpkins. Chemically it does nothing for you, but what goes better with cold turkey than pumpkin?
  • Pumpkin wall — illegal immigrants can stay in this country if they help build a wall made of pumpkins to keep everyone else out.
  • Octoberfist (this one is R-rated) — a girl in a German waitress costume fists you while you bite down on a pumpkin
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Happy Ho-lloween

I was going to draw a comic about protesting the Tar Sands pipeline but I will save that for a more appropriate time… in the near future closer to a big protest date. Instead, here is something about boobs and a horse.

Chicks dressing up slutty is nothing new to Halloween, although judging by some of the costumes on sale these days, the whole sex aspect seems to be getting played up more — by both men and women actually. Maybe there are just more douche bags out there… maybe people just want attention. Hey, fine by me. If you want to show off your pumpkins all night, go for it.

Halloween Story for Election Night Jitters

There is just nothing left to say about the election tomorrow, so I figured this week’s Dustinland should be something light and fun. Hopefully it will make you laugh and forget about the election for a second. I know I need to stop thinking about it. I’m already anxious – I’m sure tomorrow night I’ll be a nervous wreck.