Dirty the Millennial…

He’s adulting and set on building a squad… starting with an Executive Assistant!  That’s the easiest way to promote oneself… form your own company!  File the LLC and boom! You’re your own boss!  Even if that’s a little Sus

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Throwing cash around like he has it to throw around! Lookin’ for a little Respeck!  Plus a Rad and Savage “burner cell phone,” right out of the pages of Breaking Bad!  Gus and others would go through one or two an episode!  Little flip phones that they would snap in half and throw away after finishing a conversation to avoid detection and traceability… the production company probably bought them by the gross…

Other observations… Nipples.  You don’t see them often in the comics, there they are… once you see them, you can’t avert your gaze. Amiright?  Dirty’s and Semo’s physiques.  They are getting more swol by the day.  That grin.  If that isn’t shade, I don’t know what is!  The eyepatch… on fleek!

Finally, in an attempt to appeal to the Millennial Generation, and the vernacular that goes with them, I’m done chillin for now on the Trail, and it’s time to bounce… if you want to know what the heck I’m saying, go here

So what makes Dirty “exclusive?”

What is his supposed pedigree?  Upon the word of a waiter (or, hey, he might be the proprietor…) he gets an invite to Valhalla for the Angry and Disenfranchised Rich?

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Just who is this resident?  A former mercenary?  Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner?  Former CIA a la Mitch Rapp?

And why, for the love of Mike, do we have words like discreet?  And its cousin discrete?  Complete Homonyms, or homographs re-ordering two letters at the end, resulting in completely different meanings??  Pity the soul who has to learn English as a second language!  We claim to live by rules and laws, but as with most things in life, we are governed by the exceptions!

And if you are done psychoanalyzing me, you can bring me another…

As we are drawn by intrigue (dare I admit it?) over what is going on here, we are brought closer to the conversation and potentially the inner workings of the Dirty Mind…

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Let’s see…  vamos a ver…  Weapons for Dummies (doesn’t exist,) Calvin and Hobbes (pick one, right?) and To Serve Man… which apparently is a cookbook?  So this fellow addressing Dirty isn’t just any service industry lackey, he obviously has multiple useless degrees under his belt and looks for opportunities to… well… “show off” a bit…

Active Shooter?

With the help playing the role of the messenger, and getting a dressing down for his trouble, Chris “Dirty” Dyer is relaxing and resting up for a big event… “a special occasion” funded by the gold bars in King Tut’s carelessly left open safegold bars in King Tut’s carelessly left open safe

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But Gunshots in the Jungle?  Didn’t Dirty allude to going someplace for “training?”  Wouldn’t that allow someone to fire off rounds with impunity?

Oh, and another thing…

…we really prefer that our guests wear clothing…  If it’s a nude beach you want, it’s at the other end of the island…

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Knife throwing!  Ha!  Will the gags never end?!  For what it’s worth, though, looks like Ol’ Dirty has gotten pretty good at it if the target in the background is any indication…

Mista Smiff, Oy Presuume??

Ah, at last.  we are removed from Lost Forest and deposited on what appears to be a tropical island complete with Seabirds, a too-close-for-comfort prop jet and a distant shot of a man being served…  Dirty Dyer under a particularly creative alias…

Harbour Island, Bahamas… boy what I wouldn’t give to be there after the 20″ of snow that has been deposited in the Twin Cities over the weekend!

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I wonder what’s in a “Gun Club Punch…”  Rum, to be sure…

Oh, for the life of a Trail…

Vacation!  That’s right!  Enter Dirty Dyer!!  That has to be the plan…

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Hopefully we wrap up this little Lost Forest turned Circus interlude…  With the laconic and dour Jim returned (battered but not bowed,) Marlin smiling despite all the paperwork he’ll have to complete to account for the totaled Jeep, Warden Dusty looking on in simian fashion, and the fez and vest sporting Ostrich Jockey in the tree getting ready to hurl excrement, Mark explains that he has a “Long Overdue” (read “Well Deserved”) vacation on the docket…  And looks a little disappointed about it?

But wait, has Jim’s Stick grown?