“BACKYARD TIRE FIRE! BACKYARD TIRE FIRE! BACKYARD TIRE FIRE! HEY, DID YOU KNOW THIS BAND’S MUSIC REMINDS ME OF BACKYARD TIRE FIRE?”
“Why are you yelling?”
“BECAUSE I’M COOL FOR NAME-DROPPING ‘BACKYARD TIRE FIRE’ IN THIS COMIC AS MANY TIMES AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE!!!”
“Hey, what is that on Cassie’s finger, a tumor?”
“EVERY TIME I’M IN GOSHEN, I MAKE SURE TO CHECK OUT BACKYARD TIRE FIRE, WHICH ANAGRAMMED IS ‘BAKERY FRATRICIDE’!”
“Well for an alt-country comparison, these guys really sound more like the Drive-By Truckers, with a bit of early Uncle Tupelo influence to boot.
“UNCLE WHAT? WHAT’S ALT-COUNTRY? IS THAT LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT OR SOMETHING?”
“Yep, I knew you were a poser.”
If I didn’t follow this strip every day, I’d have looked at this comic and presumed it was about the adventures of some triplets and their blond nerd friend. But since I unfortunately DO read this dreck every day, I’m left to wonder: Is there a reason other than laziness that three seemingly unrelated characters in this comic look like f&%#ing triplets?
Oh and I really have no clue what the crap they’re talking about…unless it’s that the one non-triplet just realized that the videographer must be the evil triplet based on his paste-on cone beard.
And today’s important life lesson, (from the “this should have been painfully obvious” category): When you hire a friend of the drummer’s cousin to shoot a video of your high school band for $75, you should expect the quality of the output will be less than stellar. In fact, it will outright suck. Way to flush that money down the toilet, guys.
I fear the ‘lesson learned’ here will be run through the Gil Thorp insanity ringer, and SlimJim will learn that you should never try to do be both a musician AND an athlete, because unless you’re Doug Flutie, things just won’t work out.