Comments on: Come back you big headed bastard

By: Peter (i live in the same gaff as your little brother.It smells of shit)

Peter (i live in the same gaff as your little brother.It smells of shit) — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 12:06:04 +0000

Everyday i see a midget smoking a johny playa when i get off the bus in town.My brain always plays the same shit “that’ll stunt his growth joke” and i am left to spend the rest of the day safe in the knowledge that i am an unfunny prick who can only think of jokes yer grandad would.

tell paul to stop leaving ugly fuckin beans soaking in pots in the kitchen.

manky bastard.

By: Alan Healy

Alan Healy — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 10:45:20 +0000

The bus man gave me a double ticket the other day and he called me back up to ask me if had it but I dumped it and couldn’t find it.

He was well fucked off and we had this little back and forth for about a minute, and about halfway through I looked back up the bus and the passengers had expressions on their face like they were watching the gun battle from the start of Hard Boiled.

Now everday when I get on I feel their eyes on me (’that’s the guy who starts fights with the drivers’), hoping it’ll kick off again.

I wonder how much they exaggerated that incident once they got into work, just to have something to slabber about.

By: Jim Connolly

Jim Connolly — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 16:13:21 +0000

I work with this guy you’ve drawn. I set my watch to his life. Once I said something that caused him to internally challenge his view of the world and he looked very worried. Poor lad.

By: Bob Byrne

Bob Byrne — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 15:50:16 +0000

cleaners

By: PMC

PMC — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 15:42:30 +0000

Polish chicks on the bus. I assume I’m not the only one imagining they are all strippers?

By: Bob Byrne

Bob Byrne — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 13:43:04 +0000

Uisce stop trying to gay me with your poetic formatting. Poems are meant to rhyme anyway. Looks good though!

Yeah Luke I’ve been keeping a diary nearly 10 years now, I write in it at least once a week to document my fantastic life of sitting alone in a room drawing.
He’s writing in the pic, it’s not a wacom.

PMC, I’ve done exactly the same thing. I was in love with a girl on my bus and then I bumped into her a few years ago and I was all smiles and she didn’t know who I was obviously because we never spoke. That didn’t stop me dousing myself with white hot searing jets of mank everyday though.

By: PMC

PMC — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 12:50:39 +0000

Yeah all I think about is shagging burds on the bus. I remember back in the Dunlaoighre days I would be on the 75 all the time. There was this bloke who was the older brother of this prick I was in school with. One day he left this message on my bebo and we ended up doing this back and fourth chat thing, but NEVER gave each other a glance on the bus. Yet through bebo we would rip the piss out of the various tards on the bus. Bus politics suck.
The biggest mistake I ever made was approaching a 75 regular while pissed in rathfarnham village one time, she had no idea who I was.

By: luke

luke — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 12:31:08 +0000

waitaminnut
you have a DIARY?! and you draw strangers in it?

but yeah, I know that feeling when you`re standing alone at the bus stop in the morning standing beside someone who`s always there waiting anxiously for the bus to come before they say “hi” or “terrible weather” or whatever and kickoff this really awkward cycle of having to say something to them or else they seem surprisingly pissed off every morning.especially if they did something really nice like holding the bus for you when you`re a bit late one morning.then you seem like a prick if you don`t say hi the next day.

and is it my imagination,or is bighead using a wacom?

By: uiscebot

uiscebot — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 11:42:30 +0000

A poem by Bob Byrne

COME BACK YOU BIG HEADED BASTARD

On my walk into town
There was a real estate agent
the same age as me I would’ve said
with an enormous,
fired up bulky go-getter head
sitting down so he was
behind a big window.

that big bastard cranium bursting with sales leads
and anecdotes from the time he met the Kaiser Chiefs.

He disappeared
for about a week
gone on holidays is what I thought
but no, he’s not
he’s replaced

by a fat girl

I so so so miss his big head sitting there
Happily vacuous
Vacuous and square.
He probably listened to Spin FM
and owned 5 different after shaves.

I’ll miss you, you crazy looking cunt.

All your words ted

By: Bob Byrne

Bob Byrne — Fri, 01 Aug 2008 10:34:32 +0000

Yeah I hear you, alot of fake titties all of a sudden. The worst is when you see the same girl everyday and part of you wants to talk to her but you know it’s a bad idea because you have do it EVERYDAY then. There’s these 3 tiny little Filipino girls at my bus stop ( I call them the Jawas) and I used to talk to them but now I rudely snub them, don’t even make (slanty) eye contact with them.