I THINK PEOPLE ARE SAYING,

LET'S OPEN THE "NIGHTCLUB" TONIGHT, FOLKS,
WITH JO BOXERS.

YEAH, WHATEVER.
DID YOU GET ANY VALENTINE'S CARDS THIS MORNING?

ONE DAY, I CAME BACK TO MY TENT
AND IT HAD EATEN ALL MY FAGS.

WHAT'S THIS?
IT'S A CAST-IRON EGG-TREE, LACQUERED.

ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE SAME TIME TOMORROW.

BONO!

THAT WAS SWEATING LUNATIC IGGY POP,
PART OF OUR TUESDAY "PUNK PACK",

I MEAN, THE OLD IMAGE
OF LEPRECHAUNS, SHAMROCK, GUINNESS,

- THREE LAGERS.
- THREE PINTS OF LAGER, RIGHTY-HO.

JED, I'LL LEVEL WITH YOU.

THERE HAVE BEEN MORE COMPLAINTS FROM FARMERS.

YES! THEN I WENT TO CARAVAN
AND CHUCKED OUT THE TAX WOMAN.

YOU HAVEN'T LOST IT, ALAN.
I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY.

NO. I'LL STICK WITH IT, MAN.

I FELT THAT...

- I'D HAVE AN APACHE ATTACK HELICOPTER.
- OH, GREAT.

(BUZZING GARGLE)