So The Cult of Sandler is taking a road trip in continuation of this week's storyline. Be sure to check Monday's comic if you missed it. Don't worry. I'll tie up all the loose ends on Friday. (My attention span isn't that long, either!)
I'm not totally sure where I'm manifesting these strips this week. I know today's is certainly off-beat. All I know is that the thought of some quasi-mystical Adam Sandler worshipers playing guessing games in a soccer mom van made me giggle uncontrollably. Maybe it's Seasonal Affectional Disorder. I must not be getting enough sunlight.
By the way, if you're wondering why I'm committing a week to spoofing Adam Sandler, it's because his new movie 50 First Dates comes out on Friday. Cami is making me go, there's no two ways about it. Not that I'm not looking forward to it. On the contrary, there are great psychological benefits to watching Drew Barrymore smack Rob Schneider over the head with a baseball bat. Get those endorphins pumping!
Not much else going on in my life at the moment. I guess one of the houses on my street caught fire tonight. We live in kind of a new area and there a few finished homes without families in them, so I don't know if anyone was hurt. There was maybe 5 large fire trucks blocking off the street. Their red and blue lights were flashing for hours. It kept freaking out our beagle Truman. He didn't know what they hell they were.
Truman's birthday is the 22nd. He'll be two years old. Cami thinks I should do a comic about it.
I'd better stop here before this tangent goes flying off into space. It's late.
It's called "Name That Adam Sandler Movie."
Adam plays a goofy man-child who gets the girl in the end. What movie am I thinking of?
The Wedding Singer?
You're ALL right!