I know that Hubris has a number of the same shirts, still surprised he didn’t deal with the shirt after whatever trip that was (like burn it or toss it) instead of bag it and leave it as an organic time bomb….
I’ve been successful with just laundering clothes that I wore in poison ivy. Then again, does Hubris even do laundry, or does he just put on another shirt?
Hmmmm. What has Hubie doing that he got a shirt full of poison ivy? And why didn’t Lowell wash it before wearing it? And how long ago was this trip that the urushiol didn’t oxidize? I need to take my own frequent advice: the joke only works if you don’t overthink it.
Chickens and roads.
Short answer: To get to the other side.
Long answer: Chickens are territorial. The chicken is patrolling it’s territory or trying to expand (or reclaim it’s territory) while looking for food, sex, or company.
We used Fels Naphtha at church camp for everyone to prevent poison ivy. I got poison ivy so bad when bow fishing a few years ago that I had to go to the doctor. I was fighting it for several weeks.
Oh man.
Lowell bathing in Calamine Lotion… oh dear.
At least we found out where the shirt came from.
I know that Hubris has a number of the same shirts, still surprised he didn’t deal with the shirt after whatever trip that was (like burn it or toss it) instead of bag it and leave it as an organic time bomb….
I’ve been successful with just laundering clothes that I wore in poison ivy. Then again, does Hubris even do laundry, or does he just put on another shirt?
I don’t think Hubris does Paste’s version of laundry, at least.
Lowell just can’t win today.
Maybe Hubris SHOULD show him how to work the shifters, just to get him to that bath a little faster.
Bath? Uh-oh. If Lowell knows to get rid of it first with rubbing alcohol then bathe, it will be better. If not bathing will make it worse.
Methinks the karmic wheel done run over Lowell…
Hmmmm. What has Hubie doing that he got a shirt full of poison ivy? And why didn’t Lowell wash it before wearing it? And how long ago was this trip that the urushiol didn’t oxidize? I need to take my own frequent advice: the joke only works if you don’t overthink it.
I have this image of you now, sitting in deep thought wondering what the heck that chicken DID cross the road for.
Chickens and roads.
Short answer: To get to the other side.
Long answer: Chickens are territorial. The chicken is patrolling it’s territory or trying to expand (or reclaim it’s territory) while looking for food, sex, or company.
Or to escape a perceived predator or other potentially hostile situation.
We used Fels Naphtha at church camp for everyone to prevent poison ivy. I got poison ivy so bad when bow fishing a few years ago that I had to go to the doctor. I was fighting it for several weeks.
hopefully lowel bathing is shown off pannel and by the time next we see him bugging hubris he will be cleaned up and healed.
Cue psycho music.