Not actually NSFW, although if you do choose to click on this article at work and someone sees the picture on your screen, they may have a few questions:
Before today, just how long has it been since his name has appeared in the strip?
Tell that to the girls at the Chinese market giggling at the live geoduck clams.
How sweet to be an Idiot,
As harmless as a cloud,
Too small to hide the sun
Almost poking fun,
At the warm but insecure untidy crowd.
How sweet to be an idiot,
And dip my brain in joy,
Children laughing at my back,
With no fear of attack,
As much retaliation as a toy.
How sweet to be an idiot, how sweet.
Say the words “stud finder” and grown women turn into twelve-year-old boys.
Latest from my ferals: arrived home about twenty minutes ago and they were all in my parking place! I had just gotten used to them (especially Kabuki) blocking the gate instead of being pressed up against the arcadia doors because the glass is cool, and now this.
Ack. When I was in school, the new year always started the day after Labor Day. And the new TV season a week or so after that, right around the time the new car models came on the market.
I used to, but a touch of diabetic neuropathy has destroyed whatever dexterity I had in my toes. (My younger brother used to read the Sunday comics barefoot and turn the pages with his toes.)
“Oh, that Henny Youngman!”
Wait, someone writes those? I figured they just found them lying in the gutter and washed the pigeon crap off.