Tales from the Eucharist #1: Beardular Ecstasy
December 11th, 2006 by michael
Once upon a time, years ago, before it was a blog, Kosher Eucharist was a comic. In Kosher Eucharist the comic, two heroes, a wacky Catholic named Rufus and a somewhat reticent if thoroughly insane Jew named Menashe (what a stretch, right?) fought crime, saved the world and pursued curvy Jewesses. But unfortunately for the world at large, the original Kosher Eucharist comic never really got off the ground.
But now that Kosher Eucharist the blog has been risen from the dead, we’ve decided it’s high time to resurrect the comic as a semi-regular feature. Only this time it’s not fiction. This time, we’ve decided that all the comic plotlines will be directly taken from the real-life stories which Chris and I continue to regularly giggle over until this very day. Maybe you had to be there to appreciate them, but we don’t care. We think each and every one is fucking hilarious. Enjoy!
Pencils and inks: michael
Beard-rubbing: chris
Posted in tales from the eucharist |
December 11th, 2006 at 23:48
When Chris and his friend showed up shirtless I thought that it was going to get very interesting very quickly.
December 12th, 2006 at 0:31
This has probably never happened to you, so you have no basis for comparison, but trust me, getting your beard rubbed by a semi-levitating madman rolling on Ecstasy while he shouts verbal abuse at you is pretty interesting.
December 12th, 2006 at 1:53
In my defense, he seldom came home after Shabbat until the next morning.
December 12th, 2006 at 2:40
Chris- that was probably to avoid the above situation, more than any other reason.
December 12th, 2006 at 3:36
I keep my beard greasy—just in case a rolling friend needs to touch it, so he can wake up and still have fingerprints… in case he needs them.
December 12th, 2006 at 3:43
Annie - granted.
Yoseph - you are a better friend than Old Sharp-Whiskers here.
December 12th, 2006 at 3:57
It’s true about pizza, it’s true about friends: The greasier, the better.
December 12th, 2006 at 4:28
Let the record show I offered to make the situation as right as possible as quickly as possible.
Thanks for making my entire year with this comic, Mike.
December 12th, 2006 at 17:33
Wow, michael barak, nice art! And btw, I refuse to recognize the name Ya’ari. Just sayin’…
December 12th, 2006 at 17:45
Um. I guess you had to be there.
My college friends in Spokane and I never imagined such hijinx. We’d just trip over the opening bars of “Sweet Home Alabama,” have a pitcher at Snoopy’s Tavern, play a couple games of 8-ball, and crash.
Was I missing something?
December 12th, 2006 at 20:34
Well, uh, 8-balls are still involved…
December 12th, 2006 at 20:40
Okay, so there were four of you.
I’m following so far…
December 14th, 2006 at 19:51
Yoseph - I enjoy my beard rough to the touch. That way it can be thoughtfully stroked without leaving behind a residue.
Jaime - anytime! And kudos to you for handling an extremely awkward situation with grace and poise. Or at least as much grace and poise as Ecstasy allows.
Rebecca - you will recognize it and love it!
December 15th, 2006 at 19:27
I had forgotten all about that incident.
-never again.
December 15th, 2006 at 19:30
Yes. I view myself as the performer of a solemn historical duty: making sure that, through the medium of comic strips, my friends in college never forget the wacky antics that were part and parcel of our daily lives.