In the years before the Great Waffle, the common people had a champion.
Whenever injustice reared its linear head, Pokadot Joe was there to thump it with his curly-cue cudgel of curvy vengeance.
Mounted on his mighty steed, Dosage Twelve, Pokadot Joe meandered his way across the land (always avoid straight stretches of road), keeping the Euclidean Overlords in a parabola of fear.
Nobody could keep him in line. Until his tragic end at the brick wall.
Alltop and humor-blogs.com think that all-in-all, it’s just another brick… Photo via Strange Ink. Originally posted September 2009.