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So she could feel like she’s wearing nothing at all? Or Walky could justify that it was spunned by pixies or a Cloak of Invisibility or an heirloom from a king.
For some reason I can handle her name being Dorothy, but when I hear Dotty, I think of my grandmother, even though she rarely goes by the diminutive. It’s just disturbing.
Our cat loves to chase the red laser dot – really loves it – to the point that he’s learned exactly one English word: dot. To avoid getting him overstimulated in anticipation, I will ask my wife “Can you get Dorothy ready? If he doesn’t burn off some energy we’ll get no sleep tonight.”
Dorothy, if you’re going to make Walky delve some into the world of professionalism, you’re also going to have to delve into the world of Walkyism. Just because you have Monkey Master in common doesn’t mean much unless you go full Walky. Same goes for you Walky except vice-versa with the Dorothyism.
This. /She/ would probably be far more comfortable in a bustier than in Walky’s particular brand of uber-casual clothes. That’s sort of the point though, she needs to wear what he is comfortable with if she’s going to make him wear something he’s not comfortable with.
Dorothy should learn the a person like Walky won’t ever pick up subtext, ever. If this keeps up, it’ll be like the episode of [insert sitcom] where the naggy wife drops subtle hints to the thickheaded, lazy dad, and then gets angry when he doesn’t pick them up. I HATE that episode.
In America, Kraft makes more than one pasta dinner product.
Speaking of which, does anyone else miss Kraft Egg Noodle & Chicken Dinner? In retrospect, it probably wasn’t really that good, but it’s a taste of childhood that I really miss.
Actually, apart from the breading, and the oil that they’re fried in (which typically was the previous day’s french fry oil, run through a filter by the night crew), McNuggets are made entirely out of stuff that used to be part of a chicken at one time. They’re *not* made entirely out of what you get if you go to the grocery store meat counter and buy chicken. That’s usually all breast meat, or occasionally legs and thighs, which are the places where chickens have their big muscles, hence you get large contiguous pieces of meat. McNuggets contain substantial quantities of other parts of the chicken, which are cheaper due to lower demand (because they’re not continuous big solid pieces of meat). At one time wings would’ve been included, but these days those mostly go for Buffalo wings, but that still leaves plenty of other chicken parts. Chicken back, chicken neck, etc., the less desirable parts — well, the less desirable _edible_ parts (as opposed to feathers and beaks). There was a TV advertising campaign in the eighties… “What parts of the chicken is that stuff made from? I don’t know, pieces parts. Parts is parts.” It wasn’t a very effective commercial, because it called more attention to the competing product than to the product being advertised; in fact, I don’t even remember what brand it was for or know whether they’re still in business. But the description was essentially accurate.
As for Kraft mac & cheese, everyone knows you don’t _eat_ that. You bait rat traps with that. Proper macaroni and cheese is made with actual cheese (not day-glo orange powder) and is baked.
Wow is that what they do with the oil in America? Yikes. Here in Australia we weren’t allowed to reuse oil like that. Once it was changed that’s it straight into the drum. Everything gets new oil.
Personally I think that Dorothy deserves him but he doesn’t deserve her. Not because he’s better than her, persay, but because he hasn’t done anything to invite being pressured to change himself. Dorothy on the other hand has dedicated herself to future and image sufficiently strongly and (arguably) selfishly that this is fair to her on account of irony.
All these comments and no one has out and out stated what they believe the subtext to be. Could someone, ’cause otherwise this is a joke that’s fallen flat…
Am I’m the only one who found that weird? This is what I consider to be a normal response to such a request. Besides, being able to dress up your significant other in stuff you like is damn alluring without any extra kinkiness coming into it.
I am simply unable to recontruct the joke in a way that does not either rely on the reader assuming that men are natural perverts, or at least a penchant for comedic timing to realize that “anything” is meant to be the set-up for a punchline. And if a joke relies on your knowledge to realize that it has the format of a joke, then it has issues as an actual joke.
Maybe one could add Joe to the scene to show how differently they react? Add some lead-up strips where W & D talk about sex coming up that night? No clue!
I found the subtext weird because she has a roommate it’s one thing to have fully clothed platonic boner-making non-sex in the bunk above her roomie, but it’s another thing to be putting on lingerie for their three-person study session.
As for having to reconstruct the joke, Dorothy has made it clear that she is unimpressed with how slow Walky goes romantically. It would not be entirely out of the question to thing that when she signed up for this fling she was expecting to get a fuckbuddy out of it, and is both displeased that she didn’t and is hoping that he’ll eventually catch a clue – at least enough of one to go at the pace she wants to set.
Thanks. I was missing the f’n obvious here and trying to figure out the sexual subtext in the mac & cheese shirt. Sometimes I’m too meta for my own good.
Dorothy, this is Target. Even if Walky were to understand that he was supposed to find some sort of sexy lingerie for you, you’d likely be disappointed by the selection.
Sometime late at night Walky’s eyes will slam open, staring unseeing at the ceiling, while the knowledge that he is not only a doofus, but a doofus who didn’t buy his smoking hot girlfriend skimpy skivvies when he had a chance.
Most of the time, I just want to rip Walky apart limb from limb. Just punch him in his stupid face and just tell him how much of a goddamn idiot he is. Beat him with the limbs I’ve torn apart. Half of it is because he’s just an immature, dumb, 18-year-old, and they’re all like that so I’d probably do that to all of those sorts of kids… the other half… is because he reminds me EXACTLY of me at his age. >.<;
"DAMMIT, WALKY! YOU *IDIOT!* YOU ARE AN IGNORANT SLOB, VOID OF ANY CAPABILITY OF MATURITY, WALKY! YOU'RE JUST AN IDIOT, WALKY! A DUMB KID, WALKY! WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO *STUPID,* ARKHAM?!" "… this isn't about me anymore, is it?" "… ::softly, defeated:: … no."
I hate you Walky, but, really… it's Past Me I hate more.
More than that I don’t see why she expects Walky to come up with anything else. He’s obviously not a great clothes shopper anyway.
But even so, if I had a girlfriend of only a few weeks and went shopping with her for the first time, without having already had sex, I would probably not respond to “you can get me anything to wear” with “right, I’m off to the lingerie section”.
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Whoa, Dorothy. Don’t be so quick to judge. Kraft Macaroni and Cheese gets me going, too.
It is by far the kinkiest of all Kraft products.
Can it really get kinkier than Jell-O? I think not. Classics are classics.
Peanut butter is the answer!
Only if the question is in braille.
Oh please, clearly Kool-Aid is the way to go. HEY KOOL-AID MAN!!
*In R&B voice*: OH YEAH!!!
You’ll basically be wearing a shirt that says “eat me” when viewed with Walky-vision.
Cool Whip or forget it.
CHOC-O-LATE.
Nuff’ said.
Are you a nut? Nutella is where it’s at!
Nutella, Whipped Cream and Chewy Caramel… (I don’t like cherries)
That wet sound when you stir a pot of mac and cheese…
As I have never heard what this sound is, can you describe it to me or even post a video of said sound?
*schwkt*
Nah, it’s more like *sklooorp*
I’m a fan of *tlotl*
Apparently, it’s a magical sound … lol
http://youtu.be/jnCWJLc6Z24
Thanks, it sounds like liquid crackles.
IDK, buy a tin of it, put in a saucepan, warm it up and stir?
Schhllububuplupschhhzzzle
That’s all the subtext I need. Now I can’t get “Girl, kraft me that dinner” out of my head.
“You heard me, baby! Kraft me that dinner!” someone might say
The joke’s on her. He’s going to drop the shirt away and she’s going to be wearing a tiny blue box.
Like a model TARDIS?
It’s bigger on the inside
;D
No man can possibly be good enough if this was the case.
Technically, all vaginas are like that …
So that’s why the Doctor nicknamed his TARDIS Sexy!
I thought that was just because of when it’s “spirit” was played by Suranne Jones?
A cardboard box? Snake approved.
”!”
Hey, what’s in the box?
…box with the dots.
“Hey, what’s in the box?”
Make you look at Dr. Who in a whole new subtext.
Wow, I found the next comic completely by accident XD.
I think Walky wants the cheese please
and now I’m mike, where’s your mom, I got a nickel to spend
sir, i like your ability to adapt. i’d personally spot you a nickel, by i’m afraid i’ve already spent it.
i think you know how.
He means incest.
She meant she wanted her own Butt Taco shirt.
IT IS BOTH AND NEITHER!
You’re clearly wrong. She wanted a pair of pajama jeans.
The subtext I’m getting involves you wearing nothing but macoroni and cheese.
oh god. That actually sounds kinda hot. Remind me to draw this or something.
I personally would prefer a girl to wear Chocolate-Orange Ice Magic while in a cold room.
What can I say, I’m a kinky bastard.
I would say “right in the childhood”, but deep, deep down I know that some warped part of my mind thinks that would be hot.
and that part would be right.
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Ice Magic?
Cottee’s Ice Magic
Well of course it’s hot if it’s freshly cooked.
Hot cheese: delicious alternative to candle wax, or most delicious alternative to candle wax?
Oh… I was inferring that he wanted her smothered in his creamy sauce…
That’s basically what most of us were thinking by now I think.
“Yeah, just wait til you see what he does with it”
Walky, the correct answer is “Here it is”, while holding up nothing at all.
The correct answer was a hoodie.
So she could feel like she’s wearing nothing at all? Or Walky could justify that it was spunned by pixies or a Cloak of Invisibility or an heirloom from a king.
Bollocks! The correct answer is, “Here it is!” while holding up a Kraft Dinner t-shirt.
Branding is everything.
Dotty, you said anything. Even a very skimpy bikini and tassels is anything.
okay, did i miss something? why have we been calling her dotty recently?
Dotty is a fairly common nickname for Dorothy, like how Liz is a common nickname for Elizabeth.
For some reason I can handle her name being Dorothy, but when I hear Dotty, I think of my grandmother, even though she rarely goes by the diminutive. It’s just disturbing.
Our cat loves to chase the red laser dot – really loves it – to the point that he’s learned exactly one English word: dot. To avoid getting him overstimulated in anticipation, I will ask my wife “Can you get Dorothy ready? If he doesn’t burn off some energy we’ll get no sleep tonight.”
Evidently we all have a death wish.
That’s what she was saying. The implied subtext is something sexy, as sexy as he can imagine.
Walky got the subtext. He’s holding it.
Hey now Dorothy, don’t be so quick to judge–I don’t see him holding any pants…
Dorothy, if you’re going to make Walky delve some into the world of professionalism, you’re also going to have to delve into the world of Walkyism. Just because you have Monkey Master in common doesn’t mean much unless you go full Walky. Same goes for you Walky except vice-versa with the Dorothyism.
This. /She/ would probably be far more comfortable in a bustier than in Walky’s particular brand of uber-casual clothes. That’s sort of the point though, she needs to wear what he is comfortable with if she’s going to make him wear something he’s not comfortable with.
So you’re saying that she should go Walkybout?
Is the Full Walky anything like the Full Monty?
You never go full Walky…
No one can be as full Walky as Walky himself.
She did say, “Well, okay.” If that’s really what he wants, I think she’s ready to go ahead with this.
I’m just trying to give her the big nudge in the right direction.
I think you’ve missed the subtext as well.
Innocence at its most awesome. “OOH! We can both wear stuff *I* like!”
Hey Dorothy, I think Walky knows sexy (just not good Mac & Cheese)
So, who’s the Mac and who’s the Cheese?
Well, we already know that the Cheese is [IW! SPOILERS REDACTED].
Maybe she likes Annie’s. Target has some pretty nice sales on Annie’s sometimes.
Dorothy should learn the a person like Walky won’t ever pick up subtext, ever. If this keeps up, it’ll be like the episode of [insert sitcom] where the naggy wife drops subtle hints to the thickheaded, lazy dad, and then gets angry when he doesn’t pick them up. I HATE that episode.
Dude, sorry, Count, you just described virtually every episode of any sitcom ever made.
IT’S JUST CALLED KRAFT DINNER (or KD) YOU AMERICAN HEATHENS
See, look! I even got the avatar of the expert on the subject.
Except Walky’s American.
HEAVEN FORBID multiple locales have different names for the same thing! How on earth will we ever manage to tell them apart?
Seems legit. Especially given Kraft being a Botswana-based company, and all.
In America, Kraft makes more than one pasta dinner product.
Speaking of which, does anyone else miss Kraft Egg Noodle & Chicken Dinner? In retrospect, it probably wasn’t really that good, but it’s a taste of childhood that I really miss.
Maybe it’s Kraft Dinner in crappy countries that don’t have all of Kraft’s other dinners.
Dotty could offer to go the Lady Gaga route and wear nothing but a McNuggets nightie.
Made of actual mcnuggets? Well they are made of glue.
I thought they made them out of napkins.
Actually, apart from the breading, and the oil that they’re fried in (which typically was the previous day’s french fry oil, run through a filter by the night crew), McNuggets are made entirely out of stuff that used to be part of a chicken at one time. They’re *not* made entirely out of what you get if you go to the grocery store meat counter and buy chicken. That’s usually all breast meat, or occasionally legs and thighs, which are the places where chickens have their big muscles, hence you get large contiguous pieces of meat. McNuggets contain substantial quantities of other parts of the chicken, which are cheaper due to lower demand (because they’re not continuous big solid pieces of meat). At one time wings would’ve been included, but these days those mostly go for Buffalo wings, but that still leaves plenty of other chicken parts. Chicken back, chicken neck, etc., the less desirable parts — well, the less desirable _edible_ parts (as opposed to feathers and beaks). There was a TV advertising campaign in the eighties… “What parts of the chicken is that stuff made from? I don’t know, pieces parts. Parts is parts.” It wasn’t a very effective commercial, because it called more attention to the competing product than to the product being advertised; in fact, I don’t even remember what brand it was for or know whether they’re still in business. But the description was essentially accurate.
As for Kraft mac & cheese, everyone knows you don’t _eat_ that. You bait rat traps with that. Proper macaroni and cheese is made with actual cheese (not day-glo orange powder) and is baked.
Wow is that what they do with the oil in America? Yikes. Here in Australia we weren’t allowed to reuse oil like that. Once it was changed that’s it straight into the drum. Everything gets new oil.
Oh Walky…you’re killing me! Naivety can only go to a certain point…
Walky must want her to wear nothing but the shirt. That’s kinda hot in its own way…
Evidently you’re not the only one who thinks so.
I approve.
Because there’s a huge selection of revealing nightwear at Target… =\
There is a pretty decent selection, actually.
He’s not missing anything, Dorothy. You just haven’t been with Walky long enough to discover how he truly rolls in the bedroom.
I think you guys just have different fetishes.
But, see, the point is to make you as uncomfortable as HE is wearing a-thing-that-is-not-a-hoodie. Those things don’t even get NAMES.
She really is too good for him T___T
Personally, I think they deserve each other.
Personally I think that Dorothy deserves him but he doesn’t deserve her. Not because he’s better than her, persay, but because he hasn’t done anything to invite being pressured to change himself. Dorothy on the other hand has dedicated herself to future and image sufficiently strongly and (arguably) selfishly that this is fair to her on account of irony.
All these comments and no one has out and out stated what they believe the subtext to be. Could someone, ’cause otherwise this is a joke that’s fallen flat…
The subtext is sexual.
Mmmmmm, that sexy subtext.
Dorothy is expecting Walky to present some kind of lingerie designed for the facilitation of sexytimes that she can wear for him.
Am I’m the only one who found that weird? This is what I consider to be a normal response to such a request. Besides, being able to dress up your significant other in stuff you like is damn alluring without any extra kinkiness coming into it.
I am simply unable to recontruct the joke in a way that does not either rely on the reader assuming that men are natural perverts, or at least a penchant for comedic timing to realize that “anything” is meant to be the set-up for a punchline. And if a joke relies on your knowledge to realize that it has the format of a joke, then it has issues as an actual joke.
Maybe one could add Joe to the scene to show how differently they react? Add some lead-up strips where W & D talk about sex coming up that night? No clue!
They’re still pretty new in their relationship, so a ‘dress up’ game isn’t really that weird.
Maybe it’s because I’m a ‘natural pervert’ but I got the ‘subtext’ right away. <_<
I found the subtext weird because she has a roommate it’s one thing to have fully clothed platonic boner-making non-sex in the bunk above her roomie, but it’s another thing to be putting on lingerie for their three-person study session.
As for having to reconstruct the joke, Dorothy has made it clear that she is unimpressed with how slow Walky goes romantically. It would not be entirely out of the question to thing that when she signed up for this fling she was expecting to get a fuckbuddy out of it, and is both displeased that she didn’t and is hoping that he’ll eventually catch a clue – at least enough of one to go at the pace she wants to set.
Sock on doorknob.
He should get a sock for her doorknob! Heavensrun, you’re brilliant!
See, now people are going to completely misinterpret what I just wrote.
*face palm*
Thanks. I was missing the f’n obvious here and trying to figure out the sexual subtext in the mac & cheese shirt. Sometimes I’m too meta for my own good.
Picking lingerie, or anything else good to wear for sexytimes.
…Don’t ever change, Walky. Don’t let this terrible world ever change you.
I am sorely disappoint he didn’t find a three pack of Batman Underoos.
But that would require moving out of his immediate line of sight, so.
That shirt caters to a very specific interest…
Dorothy, this is Target. Even if Walky were to understand that he was supposed to find some sort of sexy lingerie for you, you’d likely be disappointed by the selection.
Sometime late at night Walky’s eyes will slam open, staring unseeing at the ceiling, while the knowledge that he is not only a doofus, but a doofus who didn’t buy his smoking hot girlfriend skimpy skivvies when he had a chance.
This would have required him entering the area with all the ladies undergarments.
Sometime this evening Dorothy’s going to greet Walk wearing nothing at *all* but that shirt, and then Walky’s eyes will really slam open.
Most of the time, I just want to rip Walky apart limb from limb. Just punch him in his stupid face and just tell him how much of a goddamn idiot he is. Beat him with the limbs I’ve torn apart. Half of it is because he’s just an immature, dumb, 18-year-old, and they’re all like that so I’d probably do that to all of those sorts of kids… the other half… is because he reminds me EXACTLY of me at his age. >.<;
"DAMMIT, WALKY! YOU *IDIOT!* YOU ARE AN IGNORANT SLOB, VOID OF ANY CAPABILITY OF MATURITY, WALKY! YOU'RE JUST AN IDIOT, WALKY! A DUMB KID, WALKY! WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO *STUPID,* ARKHAM?!" "… this isn't about me anymore, is it?" "… ::softly, defeated:: … no."
I hate you Walky, but, really… it's Past Me I hate more.
That’s, uh.. way f-ed up.
No, I think he got ALLLLL of the subtext.
Dunno why I didn’t notice it before, but I love that in true Target fashion, the automotive department is right next to clothes…
I, too, think he might be missing some important s(ubt)ex(t).
Or he’s the kind of guy who thinks that sexy lingerie is a pointless stepping-stone on the way to complete nekkidness.
I didnt’ think of it sexually, accually. I was thinking she wanted him to find something overly dressy. Honestly, I like this better.
If it had been me in Walky’s situation, I’m pretty sure I would have missed that subtext too. Some of us men are just bad at getting hints.
More than that I don’t see why she expects Walky to come up with anything else. He’s obviously not a great clothes shopper anyway.
But even so, if I had a girlfriend of only a few weeks and went shopping with her for the first time, without having already had sex, I would probably not respond to “you can get me anything to wear” with “right, I’m off to the lingerie section”.
I just wanted to point out that “subtext” anagrams well.
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