(GIANT) MY WEIGHT IS 17 STONES,

I THINK PERHAPS HE HAD TOO MUCH
TO DRINK YESTERDAY.

RUTTING LIKE BEASTS BETWEEN FILTHY SHEETS!

THREE SHEETS TO THE WIND'S YOUR SPECIALITY.

WAS IT SOMETHING I SAID?

"WHERE'S THE VARIETY??"
I'LL GIVE YOU FLICKIN' VARIETY.

A PHOTOGRAPHIC LIKENESS OF HIS FACE.

AND WHAT ABOUT THE PRICE OF BEER?

PLENTY TO OCCUPY ME DOWN HERE,
LIKE LITTLE GLADSTONE, FOR INSTANCE.

YEAH. SHE'S ABSOLUTELY DELIGHTED, OBVIOUSLY.

YEARS IN THE WILDERNESS, ALL OF A SUDDEN:

ARE YOU HERE FOR WORK OR PLEASURE?

PLEASE, MR BRISS!

I'M SORRY, LUV, I DIDN'T SEE
YOU SAT THERE. DON'T GET UP.

MY FATHER KNOWS ABOUT THESE THINGS.
IT IS ITS RECTUM.

TELL HIM MY INSIDES ARE ALL WRONG.

- WE HAVE TO BE DISCREET.
- ALL ABOVE BOARD, AIN'T IT?

..ANYONE. MY HEART ISN'T DISABLED.

- AND THE IRISHMAN LOOKS AT HIS FRUITS...
- PINEAPPLE!

YES, THIS IS THE JOKE SHOP,
SHOP BEING THE KEY WORD.

"I WAS JUST LIKE YOU WHEN I STARTED."

IF NOT FOR THAT ST CHRISTOPHER,
YOU'D BE DEAD BY NOW.

# O COME LET US ADORE HIM

- DO YOU WANT OWT, GLEN?
- PAY ATTENTION!