This is a new chapter
I don’t think that Chip & Pin machine is particularly sanitary. It looks like it needs dropping in a bucket of Domestos.
I don’t think that Chip & Pin machine is particularly sanitary. It looks like it needs dropping in a bucket of Domestos.
I suspect there’s a special ring of hell reserved for used car salesmen, and inside of that there’s a special little place for used car salesmen that knowingly sell cursed cars to vicars, lol
I’m almost certain that Gary Larson has covered “Used Car Salesman Hell.”
If not, then certainly The Perry Bible Fellowship has.
You all know that Gary Larson runs his own website that is updated daily, right? Just making sure everyone knows. If not, you’re welcome. https://www.thefarside.com/
“Updated daily” is not the same thing as “Pulls another comic from his decades-old archive every 24 hours”.
I too once owned a car whose exhaust spelled out the word “regret” wherever it went. You have my sympathies Reverend.
Me too. It kept me up nights. I finally got rid of the cursed thing by dropping the keys onto the desk of a local church nonprofit charity drive. “It’s YOURS” I said and fled. Never dared to look back.
Christ..eeen
Mine was not supernaturally possessed, but that is about the only good thing you could say about it. It was (as I learned some time after I bought it) an unholy frankencar cobbled together in a scrapyard, with the the body and frame of a gasoline-powered VW rabbit, but the engine of a diesel-powered rabbit. It belched out thick clouds of blue smoke, it was alarmingly noisy, the highest (manual) gear was not quite enough for comfortable highway speeds, it needed a jumpstart on even mildly cold mornings, and something obscenely expensive would break every other month. Oh, and the roof leaked, so rainwater would accumulate in a pool around your feet, sloshing around distractingly while you drove. It was my first car, and while it was unquestionably awful as a car, I remember it with something adjacent to fondness, simply because it was my first.
There’s a fast-onset case of buyer’s remorse.
The grotty chip and pin machine is an extra touch of genius
As I read this page (which was posted on Wednesday, June 7), thanks to the magic of time zones, it is, for me, still Tuesday, June 6th, so I can choose to view this installment of my favorite comic, Steeple, as a birthday present for myself (barely). So, thank you.
Happy Birthday! Mine is on Friday.
Happy birthday to you both and many glad returns!
I hope you have a happy birthday on Friday.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALARIC!!!🎆
Happy birthday! Mine was one week earlier — I hope yours has been lovely!
Belated Happy Birthday!!!
Is it haunted? I hope it’s haunted.
Haunted, possessed AND cursed
And now it might get repossessed!
This car may be a perfect match for Jason to drive.
Curse Cancel Curse.
Perhaps the car is creating the fog…
That will make for an interesting emissions inspection to say the least.
I was once passed by a car in Wandsworth that left behind a smokescreen that filled the entire street.
Also looking at the Rev’s credit card; is there actually a bank owned by the Church Of England for its clergy?
I once had to insure my house through Ecclesiastical Insurance because there was a supposed risk of subsidence on the street and no one else would cover it (this turned out, ironically, to be a clerical error ho ho!) and that’s where I got the name.
You’d probably need that one to insure against hauntings and possessions.
The cross-shaped T was a nice touch!
excellent.
Maybe I’m too suspicious. But the absolute expression of relish that the seller is showing make me think that has to be a cursed car. Which is absolutely perfect for Penrose. Tom will be so jealous!
I read Mr Furman’s emotion more as a sigh of relief, but your mileage may vary.
I do love how the fog of regret descends before the car’s even left the lot.
Considering its origin I suspect this auto may transform the good Rev’s life.
Or even a sigh of catastrophic medical failure. Ambiguity!
Oh yes, I read that too. He has gotten rid of a curse.
Rear fog lamps are compulsory for most post-1980 cars under the Road Vehicle Lighting Regulations 1989. Front fog lamps remain optional as far as I can tell.
“Your worship” is a term of address usually used for magistrates and mayors.
That car is definitely haunted.
I suspect Simon doesn’t know the proper use of the honorific/honourific.
The car chose him as its next victim. Salesmanship has nothing to do with it, except for just a little discretely withheld information.
Everything is about to change!
Has The Child grown up to be The Car Salesman?
And so it begins… what was that movie with the huge, evil, jet-black people-eating car? Doooooom.
(As an aside: I think most people here really liked your X-men extravaganza. I know I did, as by coincidence I had retrieved Windsor Smith’s Weapon X to re-read right then. And I was lent a ton of X-comics in the early 90s, so it was like revisiting old places again… I always had a soft spot for Lady Deathstrike-Knifehands-Oyama, adorably confused as she always was).
I think I like Meg. She’s a good girl, who loves her Dad.
And, I hope things do change for the better, for both of them.
And really, who better to deal with a cursed automobile, than a merman-murderin’, purveyor of two-fisted Christianity, like the good Rev. Penrose?
“Your worship” – nice!
Hi,
what about the numbers on Penrose´s card, any biblical reference?
They’re implying that it is a VISA card, except that it needs one more block of four digits to meet the standard
Even 18-year-old me had the good sense not to accept a bait-and-switch from a shifty used car dealer like that (impressed the hell out of my father though when I stalked out of the dealership).
Either Penrose isn’t nearly as strong-willed as we’d been lead to believe or the car he bought really does have a powerful curse and then watch out!
I know there’s a Chip-PIN Ongar pun buried somewhere nearby, but I can’t find it. Drat.
Wait, is my mind playing tricks on me, or has one of the mugs that Meg is holding changed since the comic first posted?
CURRRRRSSSSSSSE
CURSED! to occasionally see drinking vessels change color!
As curses go, that’s a pretty mild one. I think I’d just count myself lucky and move on with my life.
“Got yourself a warship, your beauty.”