Proof That The Yank Needs To Get A Job Or Something...

Okay guys, I got a little carried away with the super hero thing.  Read at your own risk.  Click on each section to enlarge it.  I apologize for my lack of artistic abilities.  Also, I should warn you that all of these cartoons happened late at night.  They're pretty weird, especially towards the end.  Enjoy!

Calling the Transatlantic Rescue Squad!

The Brit begins another long commute home, after a hard day at work. All he wants is his nice warm bed, or perhaps a nice cold pint. But his daydreams are interrupted by a noise. An annoying noise. A tinny, annoying, irritating noise...

No! It can't be! Evil Loud Music Chav Girl! Being able to hear somebody else's music while stuck in a train carriage is the Brit's Kryptonite. It turns him from a mild-mannered, rather pleasant young man into a slobbering, growling, rage-filled beast, like this:That can't be allowed to happen - he can't control his powers when in Rage-Beast form. He quickly summons his superhero support group. Within minutes, the Yank arrives, accompanied by her faithful companion, Goat Man.

They immediately set about drowning out Evil Loud Music Chav Girl's offensive tunes with some excellent songs of their very own invention. The Brit feels the rage begin to subside. Meanwhile, the Canuck has arrived and his doing her very best to avert the disaster that would ensue should the Rage Beast appear in the enclosed space that is a tube train.

She...erm...floats through the carriage, spreading cinnamon hearts and, aided by her sidekick Yoga Cat, restores the mob of angry commuters into the group of polite, quiet and ever so British individuals they started the journey as.

"WELL DONE TASG!" The Brit cries joyfully, relieved that his evil alter ego will not be revealed. "Come, I owe you both a pint, seeing as you did, like, fly across the Atlantic to stop me kicking off."

And so they went to the pub, which Evil Loud Music Chav Girl could not enter as she had no ID.

DISCLAIMER: Allison & Lauren: I can't draw, so please don't take offence at my doodles. Rest assured you look nothing like the above. The 'art' tag is meant to be ironic. Allison: I'm unsure as to why you've adopted such a Christ-like pose. Lauren: I apologise for your outfit, and hope you don't mind me drawing Goat Man.

Also, Yoga Cat is in the pub picture, you may not be able to see him. I didn't want you to think I didn't buy him a drink, too. He's in the bottom left corner of the window.

Tune into Friday's edition of the Transatlantic SUPERHERO Group (see what I did there?), brought to you by the Yank.

The Tipsy Canuck Strikes Back!

I'm going to let you all in on a little secret - some insider information about the behind-the-scenes goings on here at The TASG. We email each other a lot - not always blog related. Usually about something funny or interesting that happened in our lives. Sometimes these email threads inspire post ideas. An email I sent Tom and Lauren Saturday night (or early Sunday really) inspired this week's theme:

Things I Never Do Sober

2007 Classy Formal Drinking

* We here at The TASG are not raging alcoholics, but we do drink socially. Don't judge us!

I'd love to fill you in on what my email talked about in reference to this topic, but that's just not possible. It's a bit personal in nature. But there are plenty of things I willingly do when I'm intoxicated that I would never do sober.

1) Dance - I am not really the type of person who enjoys dancing in front of people - unless I've been drinking. I am shy and awkward on the dance floor, but if I've had a few glasses of wine at a wedding I suddenly can't get enough.

2) Sing - Not by myself, but along with music playing at the bar (either the stereo or a live band). Especially if it's something by The Beatles. I love busting out a little "Hey Jude."

3) Hug people - I'm not usually a touchy-feely person, but if I've imbibed a bit I suddenly feel more open to hugging.

4) Talk to strangers - I don't usually strike up conversations with people I don't know in my everyday, sober life. But I can be quite the charmer at the pub.

5) Text people I shouldn't - There are people in my life who I shouldn't text late at night after I've been drinking. I would never do this sober.

6) Not care that I am wearing my sweater inside out at a keg party - This is a true story. I'd taken the sweater off because I was hot, but put it back on later inside out.

7) Walk home without shoes - My shoes hurt my feet, so I took them off.

8) Talk loudly about how badly I have to pee - Usually this happens when I'm walking home and really have to pee.

9) Flirt - I am an awkward flirt most of the time, but sometimes the demon rum transforms this Canuck.

10) Write my phone number on a guy's hand - I did this once and he didn't call. I don't know if this situation would have happened sober. Not likely.

Hey Tom!, don't make it bad. Take a sad song and make it better!

Cheers!