I’m still in Facebook jail, folks. Send a cake with a file.
I still have a few of these limited-edition hateful and totally inappropriate t-shirts left over from The Fuck Josh Latta Inauguration-a-thon. Now’s your chance to say ‘fuck you’ to the source. Don’t delay. The supplies are extremely limited and I am already sold out of smalls.
FUCK JOSH LATTA
Come watch Josh stand around Reverb 2112 N Charles St, Baltimore, Maryland 21218 breath, drink beer, breath some more, and maybe draw a little bit, that is to say if he’s not too drunk from drinking beer.
Hey, fuckers! Have you heard of the “Fuck Josh Latta Challenge”? Probably not, because I just thought of it. And no, the challenge isn’t to actually fuck Josh Latta (although, that might be a fun challenge for another time)! This challenge is to have 30+ orders of the controversial new “Fuck Josh Latta” shirt by January 15th, 2017! If we do, I’ll take everyone’s name who ordered & put ’em in a hat! Then, I’ll say a quick prayer to my Lord & Savior, Jesus H. Christ, draw a name from said hat and that person gets their “Fuck Josh Latta” shirt for FREE (you just have to pay shipping)! I’ll refund the cost of the shirt to you! Tell your friends, tell your enemies, tell your Nana, tell the world… “Fuck Josh Latta”!
Printed in bl… “FUCK JOSH LATTA!” Oh jeez, sorry about that outburst; I just thought of a Facebook post I saw on Josh’s timeline and that shit just fuckin’ enraged me! Anyway, printed in black or blue (since those are the two colors most everyone would like to see Josh, i bet) on a light blue T, “Fuck Josh Latta” is available as a limited run so order yours today! As in Right Fucking Now! As in HURRY THE FUCK UP, THEY’RE GONNA BE SOLD OUT SOON!!!! Oh yeah, and “Fuck Josh Latta”!
It is with a heavy heart and an irritable bowel that I put down cartoonist Josh Latta’s new collection, THAT’S A HORRIBLE THING TO SAY, JOSH LATTA! It is bad enough that he name-checks himself in the very title of his book, but that he then goes forth to fill it with pages of his fecal smears and life-denying humor is the height of hilarity. He is the master of the gag in gag cartoon, a figure of such universal hatred that he must be doing something right. I laughed out loud throughout and that made me think: do I have a mental disorder? My conditional is terminal and yours can be, too, if you’re unfortunate enough to read this small, disturbing volume.
Q: Will I ever stop talking about Batman V Superman: Dawn of Justice?
A: Of course not.
“Each comic has the sting of a dirty joke whispered into your ear from your boozehound uncle at a St. Patrick’s Day party. Sure, it seems offensive but they’re just tasteless enough to induce groans and gasps rather than pure gorge-rising bile explosions from less sensitive artists. Latta’s shocks are quick and guilt-free. Nothing is safe. But the horror passes and fades. And perhaps that’s why each cartoon is superimposed on a cocktail napkin. – there is a keen awareness that each comic is only a sweaty hi-ball glass away from being wrapped around a used cherry stem and tossed into the trash after last call.”