IT’S TIME FOR A CLASSY NEW YEAR!!!
Formal dress! Fancy shmansy!
As for this comic…
It sure is a comic all right. (I’m tired. Wish I had more to say. Wish my brain worked. It doesn’t anymore.)
Puck
A comic about everyone's fave redhead
IT’S TIME FOR A CLASSY NEW YEAR!!!
Formal dress! Fancy shmansy!
As for this comic…
It sure is a comic all right. (I’m tired. Wish I had more to say. Wish my brain worked. It doesn’t anymore.)
Gold is a big nuisance. You can’t spend it…you can’t eat it…you have to mount guard over it.
Uh, are we talking about the same thing here? You CAN spend it (if you know where to go) and CAN eat it! It’s not terribly nutritious but its legendary non-reactiveness means it’s safe to ingest.
You can go to a store and get a dozen eggs and a gallon of milk, and pay it with a gold ingot?
in alaska you probably can….everywhere else you have to sell your gold to a licenced dealer against cash and you´re good to shop 😉
Gotta go to the right store.
“Somebody gave me this big penny as a tip, thought he was doing me a big favor.” —Lou Costello in “Lost in Alaska” (I think—exact quote off, likely, too), referring to a twenty-dollar gold piece.
I want a big penny.
It was quite a surprise when I found I could pick up Canadian coins with a magnet.
I hope that Storage system is very locked up very tight given where it is located at.
Well, no more than the usual storage unit.
i´m not sure if special locks are even needed, no one ever breaks into those for a reason – who would ever suspect real treasure in a storage unit? usually its more moldy matresses and crappy furniture
Watch out for the HST and CGT when you try to turn that bullion in to a more liquid asset and make sure you have your p o o (proof of ownership) to avoid seizure.
The gubmint iz nawt yore friend. (Mulroney 1989)
Considering that we are talking about Satan, that might be Nasty gold and the Israelis will come knocking on the door as soon as the gold surfaces.
Good luck Daphne and crew.
Dude, you think she’s going to a scrupulous gold fencer? I’m sure she has a guy. And I’m sure the guy is of a very illegal variety.
That’s why criminals love gold. Easily melted, untraceable.
You’re absolutely right. For a moment I forgot who Daphne was, my bad.
Some thieves once stole a 221 pound Canadian Maple Leaf coin in Cologne, Germany. It was never recovered.
Shhh. Don’t tell anyone about my coin.
He ears are adorable. 🙂 Yes, I noticed.
I appreciate your attention to detail.
Tracee should write a financial guide. “How to Hold On to Your F@#$ing Gold”.
Bestseller. From a licensed gold digger, no less!
First rule, don’t write a book about it.
Being a rare case of a storage unit with actual treasure.
Storage Wars had to jazz things up because the reality was just too depressing.
The quintessential difference between reality and entertainment(?)
I saw a YouTuber try out the storage wars unit sale thing. The result was both unprofitable and depressing.
Considering the hover text, Tracee can do both. But, how many girls look that good while doing it?
And I do suppose that the double entrendre is intended.
Let’s assume all the clever bits are intended.
The Purloined Letter, The Grabbed Gold, hid in plain (kind of) sight!
The best place to hide it.
A fake mustache and a jaunty hat makes a lot of difference.
Okay, Tracee had me fooled. All the matching with Puck’s preferred dress style, I really underestimated Tracee’s MEE-FIRST survival skillllz – even though the evidence was there – ie the competence she showed with Miranda.
Sure as shooting she was also careful not to drop cover with Satan’s personal brain trust. But can she keep a thing like that a secret for long from Puck AND Puck’s increasingly expensive wedding? Tune in next time. Same Puck-time, Same Puck-comic.
She is nothing if not a survivor.
Sea monkeys?
I’m sure she’s got a reason.
We don’t know until you go, will we?
>:)
Well, fair enough.
Last panel – Tracee asks who still has their gold, but it sounds like Tracee still has some of Satan’s gold.
Looks like everyone’s just rolling with thievers keepers and possesion is 9/10ths etc.
Or Satan has just given up and is acknowledging the what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is also mine nature of their relationship.
I hope your brain is able to work again soon.
Possession is nine tenths of the post-apocalyptic law.
Our grandmother died, and left us grandkids each a few thousand.
My sister put a down payment on a car.
I bought a high-performance gaming laptop.
Dad criticized my choice, saying computers go outdated so fast it wasn’t a wise use of the money.
Two years later, my sister’s car was wrapped around a telephone pole (she’s fine) and I still had my gaming laptop (kept it for almost 10 years in fact). My sister still had payments owing on the car that had been reduced to scrap.
I pointed this out to my Dad, and it would be one of the few times in my life he admitted I was right and he was wrong (to be fair… it might have been one of the few times I WAS right.)
Relish these moments.