Okay, family, it’s been a while but here’s the latest addition to the Robbinhell saga. This one was imagined at a bar in Cairo called The Red Onion while sipping on some Heineken with a cousin.
I’ve always maintained that the Robbinhell character is pure fiction. However, a few days after creating this gag with my cousin I was presented with a clue that the connection between this comic and my reality might be blurry.
The story goes like this: just two days after designing this gag at said bar, I’m standing in my cousin’s kitchen discussing his very sick mother (my aunt from both sides). She’s been bedridden for three weeks at this point and someone suggests we try and get her out of the house and attempt to take her to a seaside resort for new scenery. The idea being that the new scenery will help her morale. (Despite the fact she requires an around-the-clock healthcare worker?) Anyways, I don’t know why, or what I was thinking, but I immediately took the opportunity to offer a bet of $100 USD that we couldn’t get my bedridden aunt to a resort within a week. My cousin looked at me immediately and said, in Arabic, “I think there is something wrong with your brain. There is something broken in there. I think you have the mind of a criminal.”
I was left thinking, “what the fuck is wrong with me?!!” but didn’t know what to say after that, so I offered to double the bet to $200 USD?? (shrugged shoulders)
Comic #49 to Robbinhell :) Enjoy.
