I Battled A Giant Otter
Not a giant tiger, or pangolin, or even giant pygmies, but an otter. A fucking otter. It
was a hard day at the sprocket factory and now I gotta go home to my
bitch wife and criminal children and I need to escape. Oh, look here, Men
is doing a story on Battling A Giant Otter. Wow, that sure will make
up for all the shit I have to eat at work and my 4 years in the Army Air
Corps sweeping out the PX at Camp Loser Alaska, giant otter tales are at a premium. Maybe everyone will go to sleep early and I can break out the coconut oil and really make a night of it.
Men, December 1953. Cover art by Wil Hulsey.
Wil
Hulsey is the king of animal attack art, this example from Man's Life
September 1956 has to be the best known men's magazine cover of all
time, primarily because Frank Zappa owned a copy and used it as an
inspiration for one of his albums -
This otter cover should be sub-titled Goddammit don't shoot me! That
lamp the man is flailing the otter with is filled with pressurized
kerosene, the scene inside the tent would look like a German
Expressionist version of the Triangle Shirtwaist fire and all three of
the mammals here are about to burst into oily orange flames and run
shrieking from the crematorium canvas deathtrap into the flickering
darkness as pistol cartridges explode amid the stench of 19th century
whale oil substitute, with any luck at all they will find the nearby
river but time, as they say, is of the essence.
Anyone camping
with a cased pillow and sheets under mosquito netting while wearing
pajama bottoms deserves whatever happens to them. Both these guys look
suspiciously gay, and I think this is a vivid instance of 'ottering'
getting out of hand.
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