As just an occasional drinker, who is usually happy anyway, Happiness comes for me at the bottom of a Cherry Coke Zero bottle. HappiERness comes in a bottle of Jack.
I always like playing the “spot what TV series was on TV at the time DW drew this comic” game. “Oh look, that looks like Optimal Optimus.” “Those wings are Cybertron Optimus Prime’s super-mode”. “That tall figure is giant Beast Machines Cheetor”.
And then I realise how old those toys are and get sad. And then I realise that I’ve got Transmetal Optimus Primal on my bed-side cabinet, where he’s been for the past 4 years, because I’m scared to through him in a box and have his chrome scratch.
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One time, when I was in a bookstore, I saw a book titled “Be Happy, Dammit”. I don’t even remember what it was about, but the title stuck with me.
What I’m getting at is that Ruth’s last line reminded me of that.
My parents own that book.
I can’t remember anything particular about the contents.
Happiness comes in a bottle.
But a lot of people search all the way down to the bottom and still can’t find it.
You need to gulp down a lot of bottle in order to find said happiness, A LOT.
That’s why my familly has designed a foolproof strategy for finding happiness ;
My grand father searched it in Red Wine Bottles.
My father searches it in Martini bottles
And I search it in Vodka bottles.
Sooner or later, someone in the familly will find it and share the message !
its in the tequila bottles, trust me on that.
AriZona “Arnold Palmer” bottles work pretty well for me. (Non-fermented.)
The idea that martinis come pre-bottled has already made me happy.
As just an occasional drinker, who is usually happy anyway, Happiness comes for me at the bottom of a Cherry Coke Zero bottle. HappiERness comes in a bottle of Jack.
@no_relation: Maybe Leonou means just the vermouth rather than the cocktail.
It’s never in a bottle. Wherever it is, it’s hiding along with security, and self-reliance, and confidence.
I’ve never heard of those brands. What proof are they?
I don’t think blankets and cats come with a “proof.”
The clarity is devastating. But where is the ambiguity? It’s over there in a box.
I always like playing the “spot what TV series was on TV at the time DW drew this comic” game. “Oh look, that looks like Optimal Optimus.” “Those wings are Cybertron Optimus Prime’s super-mode”. “That tall figure is giant Beast Machines Cheetor”.
And then I realise how old those toys are and get sad. And then I realise that I’ve got Transmetal Optimus Primal on my bed-side cabinet, where he’s been for the past 4 years, because I’m scared to through him in a box and have his chrome scratch.
Naw, his chrome won’t scratch, but it’ll flake!
Originally posted:
January 18, 1999