Millionz, S. – Tender Morsels of Mischief #13

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Tender Morsels of Mischief #1

I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that “S. Millionz” is not the actual name of the author.  I’m going to go further out on that limb and call the author “he” from now on, just because.  This is a good old fashioned mini: it’s a tiny thing, cheaply available for $1, with as wide a selection of random stories as is possible.  There’s a couple of short strips (funny only if you can’t get enough of utterly disgusting humor), a young girl lured into a van with the promises of chess and soda, an odd conversation at the dinner table amongst some Greeks, a family that excretes different types of food, a Rabbi stuck in a room with some breast milk and a cat, and finally an unfunny one-liner.  I sampled the one I thought was the funniest (as always), so that may or may not tell you something.  Overall this was a mixed bag.  I must be getting old, as the gross-out humor doesn’t do a thing for me anymore.  If there’s more funny surrounding it or if it’s done for some other reason, maybe.  Presented like this (with the last one-liner about crab being stuck in a dick hole being a prime example), it’s just not that funny to me.  Crap, it looks like I may be maturing.  I’m also mystified as to why S. draws most of his people as bags of goo with chicken bones as appendages.  I would just assume that the man can’t draw, but the art on the rest of his strips is decent enough.  It’s an odd ascetic choice.  Two funny strips here means the man has some potential, and the “#1” is an encouraging sign if he follows through with a #2.  $1