My grandpa used to tell us grandkids to hit him in the gut. When one of my cousins was in H.S. and a jock, baseball I believe, he teased grandad about this trick. Grandad said, “go ahead”, whereupon the cousin promptly broke a couple fingers hitting grandpa’s abs!
My dad taught electronics at a technical high school in the ‘70s, where most of the students were considered trouble-makers – and a lot probably were. The first day of classes every year, he’d get up in front of the class, and invite whoever wanted to, to take their best shot, and then he’d have his turn. Daddy had a big stomach, and the toughest guy in the class always, ALWAYS, took their best swing at it. And yelled from pain. And dad would grin, and tell the tough guy that he had a swing coming.
Daddy never had any behavioral problems from his classes, and his students all ended up gainfully employed, though many had to leave the area, since it was a small farming community. It was a great attention-getter, but completely illegal today, sadly.
Farside99 almost 7 years ago
Looks like the way Houdini died of a burst appendix (according to the story).
montylc2001 almost 7 years ago
This is why I used to always laugh my ass off with Harts slapstick artwork.
Troglodyte almost 7 years ago
He should be thankful he didn’t challenge Grog.
kucpa Premium Member almost 7 years ago
Isn’t that how Harry Houdini died? I think he was sucker-punched…
Kroykali almost 7 years ago
Thor has always been one of my favorite characters.
ChessPirate almost 7 years ago
Panels 3 and 4 are the funniest I have seen in a while…
bryan42 almost 7 years ago
My grandpa used to tell us grandkids to hit him in the gut. When one of my cousins was in H.S. and a jock, baseball I believe, he teased grandad about this trick. Grandad said, “go ahead”, whereupon the cousin promptly broke a couple fingers hitting grandpa’s abs!
Airbender almost 7 years ago
Thor, be careful of what you ask for, you may get it.
sew-so almost 7 years ago
My dad taught electronics at a technical high school in the ‘70s, where most of the students were considered trouble-makers – and a lot probably were. The first day of classes every year, he’d get up in front of the class, and invite whoever wanted to, to take their best shot, and then he’d have his turn. Daddy had a big stomach, and the toughest guy in the class always, ALWAYS, took their best swing at it. And yelled from pain. And dad would grin, and tell the tough guy that he had a swing coming.
Daddy never had any behavioral problems from his classes, and his students all ended up gainfully employed, though many had to leave the area, since it was a small farming community. It was a great attention-getter, but completely illegal today, sadly.