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Saturday Afternoon CID-Ewww

Cidu Bill on Mar 13th 2010

Nicole: I just get this feeling that if I got this strip it would make me go EWWWWWWWWWWW

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11 Responses to “Saturday Afternoon CID-Ewww”

Jay Mar 13th 2010 at 12:16 pm 1

I take it the whole cartoon is a play on the Burning Man Festival, which I know nothing about (except for its existence).

Anyhow, I would think that you can melt snow the same way that guys can write their name in the snow. (Okay, girls too, but it’s a bit more difficult.)
Mark in Boston Mar 13th 2010 at 12:21 pm 2

But a 60-foot snowman? That would take a LOT of men and a LOT of beer. Or tea.
DanV Mar 13th 2010 at 01:07 pm 3

Propane torch works great! Umm… or so I’ve been told.
Rachael Mar 13th 2010 at 02:40 pm 4

i agreed with Jay before i even read the comments………….
George P Mar 13th 2010 at 03:42 pm 5

One would assume at a big outdoor festival of young people with no indoor plumbing that the potential is there. Although everyone would soon be standing in a pond of watered-down urine.
Kamino Neko Mar 13th 2010 at 03:55 pm 6

Freezing Man definitely became Whizzing Man at the end…
Kit Mar 13th 2010 at 06:40 pm 7

Didn’t “Frozen Guy Days” just happen in Colorado somewhere?
rain Mar 13th 2010 at 06:54 pm 8

Frozen Dead Guy Days was a week or so ago. A celebration of Grandpa bein’ in the Tuff Shed all dead ‘n’ frozen in dry ice.

Nederland, Colorado. Coffin races.
turquoise cow Mar 13th 2010 at 11:24 pm 9

Obviously, the 60 foot snowman melted because of Global Warming. You don’t want to know that because you don’t want to listen to the debate.
Rainey Mar 14th 2010 at 03:34 pm 10

I’m reminded by Jay’s #1 comment of a joke I heard.
First man: I just wrote my name in the snow by going to the bathroom.
Second man: I did, too.
First man ( after examining the second man’s “art”): Uh, I meant #1.
Mark in Boston Mar 14th 2010 at 07:46 pm 11

When Mrs. Smith saw that someone had written her daughter’s name in the snow, she confronted Mrs. Jones: “Look at what your son did!”

Mrs. Jones looked at the yellow name and said, “It’s your daughter’s handwriting.”