The immortal Bard said it best, “First of all let us kill all of the lawyers.”
Careful lads. The water is damn cold this time of year.
The green stuff with garlic that my wife makes and drinks for breakfast must be from a cursed race that hid out in the fitness craze of past decades. I know it is the home of several demons and wraiths of a lesser but still evil predisposition. This morning she bullied me into drinking the indescribably vile mixture. This is my last day on earth, goodbye cruel world; I am crossing that old river Jordan.
Is today really National cartoonist day? Does that mean we can draw on restroom walls in any style that we wish? Is there a restriction on the kind drawing implements that can be used? Is there a prize for the best cartoon? No intelligible answers? Aw! to hell with it.
Ok you guys, apparently this strip has been around for a goodly amount of time, but today is my first exposure to it. My parents gave me the name of “Norman” which has caused untold suffering. You see, everyone makes fun of the name. It started in grade school and has continued ever since. The name is an amalgam of “North” and “man” mashed together and leaving out the “th” Norman comes out of it. I tried to trade my name for “George” and even threw in a peanut butter sandwich and 5 Oreo cookies — no sale. If I had the physiognomy of a big bruiser it would have been ok, but when you are a wimpy science major the dating pool dries up quickly. To top it all off an actress even named her dog Norman, one more insult heaped on. Oh, you get used to it after a while, but you never grow to like it. Indeed, the gods can be cruel and capricious. If one has a cross to bear it either strengthens you or crushes you. There are, however, bright spots here and there, most especially the coffee pot in the bedroom. Sheer genius. Keep up the good work.
Norman Earl (how about that middle name for adding insult to injury?) Baron
The 1 minute gap will usually make the urge to write or the urge to clean the apartment go away. The next thing to do is make a strategy to have the guilt go away. Don’t let it get you down, the next great idea is just around the corner. Chocolate makes the waiting easier.
Looks like Miss Phoebe has acquired a tan. Too many sunsets?
Love the strip but why does everything look so damn dark? I mean other than because it is night. When does the sun come up, or someone lights a match?
Hey Dana, Forget about those losers on social media. They don’t have lives, they have nothing to do except harping and carping. Scrag the lot of them. If ignoring them doesn’t work I know a couple of big guys who will work them over with a pipe. Very effective. Damn the torpedoes full speed ahead.
“Is this real life or is it just fantasy?” Bohemian Rhapsody – Queen