Red Meat Gold 
asked by iconfess on November 26, 2006 6:29 AM
The long-awaited third Read Meat collection is a glittering mother load of twisted hilarity mined from the award-winning alternative comic strip. Cannon's internationally popular strip features a disturbing and sidesplitting cast of characters that includes latex-clad fathers, sadistic milkmen, vomiting robots, malformed neighbors, incontinent interdimensional beings, decomposing clowns, and dozens of other bizarre Red Meat denziens who will keep you laughing until it hurts. Pure Gold!
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This is a collection of pictures with words added that one was able to look at for free once, a long time ago, and were published mostly in free weekies, you know the kind of paper that has lots of pizza coupons and 976 phone ads in it. But you all foolishly threw those away thinking cuz they were free, they were worthless!
HOO! And yes, sadly, Hah! That was all part of Max Cannon's evil plan. Knowing that there would be no extant copies of his picture boxes,( other than those left behind in bird cages in the homes of cat ladies who died, and whose bodies lay undiscovered between towering mounds of Cat Fanciers Monthly) he labored for hours stapling old strips to vellum and photocopying them late one night at the copy shop on fifth and speedway with the two am happy hour. So now you have to PAY for riches you once had for free.
Anyways, there's the usual references to nipples and a bit of spooky-ness, and of course the taglines, which I can't read, but the literate assure me are quite good during thigh slapping season. And Red Meat - GOLD!, I'm happy to report, is preternaturally tasty with the new Chipotle Tabascoý. But you already cottoned to that, didn't you?
-Dictated by aquasonic telegraph, May the Ninth, Two Thousand Ought Five, Anno Domini, Baybee.
HOO! And yes, sadly, Hah! That was all part of Max Cannon's evil plan. Knowing that there would be no extant copies of his picture boxes,( other than those left behind in bird cages in the homes of cat ladies who died, and whose bodies lay undiscovered between towering mounds of Cat Fanciers Monthly) he labored for hours stapling old strips to vellum and photocopying them late one night at the copy shop on fifth and speedway with the two am happy hour. So now you have to PAY for riches you once had for free.
Anyways, there's the usual references to nipples and a bit of spooky-ness, and of course the taglines, which I can't read, but the literate assure me are quite good during thigh slapping season. And Red Meat - GOLD!, I'm happy to report, is preternaturally tasty with the new Chipotle Tabascoý. But you already cottoned to that, didn't you?
-Dictated by aquasonic telegraph, May the Ninth, Two Thousand Ought Five, Anno Domini, Baybee.
reviewed by h2o on November 28, 2006 6:57 PM