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A New Guinness World Record

Jon Darcel — Mon, 31 Aug 2009 07:02:42 +0000

I’m going to set a new record. I’ll be next to curly-fries-fingernail-dude and fat-twins-on-motorcycles. I will.

Want to help me? Sweet! I set up a voice mail box for elbow macaroni, call and leave a message. Any message. I don’t care what you say, just leave your name and tell me how you like your elbow macaroni cooked. This is the important part, please make sure to end each message with the following:

“San Dimas High School FOOTBALL RULES!!”

If you keep the streak going, you’ll be helping me achieve my dream of being in the Guiness Book of World Records. And maybe even a phone call from Keanu..? Thanks, boo.

Facebook group

Jon Darcel — Fri, 28 Aug 2009 21:31:56 +0000

There’s a new group on facebook for you to mix and mingle with other elbow macaroni lovers!

This is the link you click to get there

Re: Colin’s Letter III (What’s in a name?)

Jon Darcel — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 07:01:49 +0000

I had a fair amount of bloggy blabbering about how Suicide Girls came up with their name, but then I realized I named my comic elbow macaroni. So I pressed backspace.

This blog has ended! I hope you enjoyed reading it. This part here doesn’t count as part of the blog, it ended when I said it did.

Jon Darcel
CEO, elbowcomics.com

Re: 262: Mysteries Unsolved: Volume 5 (The Incredelbow Hulk)

Jon Darcel — Thu, 16 Jul 2009 08:04:35 +0000

Just because I wanted to, that’s why.

Re: random comic button!

Jon Darcel — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 19:01:42 +0000

Want a surprise? How about a randomly selected elbow macaroni comic? Sweet! I’ve got just the thing. When you’re done reading a comic, you’ve scrolled down a bit. Now, look to the left of the comic for the button:

Click on it. It says what it does and it does what it says. Like magic! (There’s one on the right side, too. You got options, baby!)

Re: Street Cred

Jon Darcel — Thu, 28 May 2009 19:01:36 +0000

I usually have a few ideas bouncing around in my head for elbow macaroni, and one was for Colin trying to get some street cred. I just happened to get something in the mail yesterday that just happened to be wrapped in bubble wrap. Since Colin would never actually pop a cap in anyone’s ass, the bubble wrap was a perfect way for him to school elbow while not backing down. Sometimes you’re happy with minute rice and life hands you a 30 second time machine. When that happens, you don’t say no.

So what was in the box? A stone I ordered. A stone that is capable of taking out two birds all by itelf. Fly away, little stone. Fly away. I’ll be right here, eating my rice.

Open Letter

Jon Darcel — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 07:08:34 +0000

Dear Crunch & Munch manufacturers,

The side of the box says there are 3.5 servings per box. The last three boxes I purchased were all short 2.5 servings each. Please get your shit together.

Jon Darcel
CEO, Line Producer
elbowcomics.com

Re: Busted Rhymes: Part 8

Jon Darcel — Fri, 20 Feb 2009 22:04:19 +0000

I thought I told ya that we won’t stop!
I thought I told ya that we won’t stop! Eh eh!

Eight raps? Will it ever be enough? I don’t think so. If there are any other elbow macaroni comics you’d like to see remixed, revisited or refried, let me know. I’ll get out the mouse (and the bean burritos).

Toodles!

Twitter

Jon Darcel — Tue, 30 Dec 2008 16:43:14 +0000

Is for people who forgot how to masturbate, right?

I don’t get it. (But I still signed up, internet!)

http://twitter.com/jondarcel

I Want You Inside Me!

Jon Darcel — Tue, 19 Aug 2008 18:26:53 +0000

That’s what I said to the bag of chips I got today. Here’s something you should put in your pretty little face hole:

Hawaiian Sweet Maui Onion Potato Chips

You can order chips online and have them shipped to your door? Really!? This is fantastic news for lazy people everywhere. The biggest decision is how much of a fatty you want their shipping department to think you are! Do you go with six 9 oz. bags, twelve 9 oz. bags, a case of forty-eight 1.5 oz. bags or a case of thirty 2.5 oz. bags? One might make you seem like a fatty with some sort of desire to control your portion size, but that’s it. Don’t think for a second that they’ll assume these are for little Timmy’s brown bag lunch. There’s no way in H you’re giving the good chips to that little bastard after you caught him you-know-whatting online to his school chum’s MySpace pictures- he gets the store brand cheese doodles. These delicious crunchgasms are all yours, buy the big bag and be proud.

Wash ‘em down with a bottle of Henry Weinhard’s Orange Cream, you can buy a new belt on Sunday.