Cop Out is another love song to puns. I have a very strained relationship with puns. Most people consider puns to be the “lowest form of wit” next to sarcasm. While I disagree with both of those sentiments, there is definitely something inherently angering about puns. That being said I also love a good pun that makes me angry. I know, it’s counter intuitive.
The sign of a solid pun isn’t just to make someone groan, but it is to make another person physically sick at the awfulness of said pun. I consider that a win in my book. It needs to be just on the cusp of being a dad joke, hell, even if it is a dad joke then whatever. I’m pretty sure Cop Out probably qualifies as a dad joke, anyway.
I’ve had a life dream to own a hat and cane just out of reach so that I can always grab it when I deliver a “terrible” joke in person. Then I can just dance out of frame.
Here is our Archive of all published Mousebear Comics. Marvel at how terrible the quality used to be (or still is). These are merely cynical musings of two cautiously handsome Schadenfreudes. That’s right, we are increasingly bitterly or sneeringly distrustful, contemptuous, or pessimistic.
We welcome you to our accumulation of visual historical records organized over the lifetime of Mousebear Comedy. These comics have been selected for permanent or long-term preservation on grounds of their enduring personal value.
