Oh, those naughty videos… Lowell doesn’t seem like the sort of person to buy bootleg copies of Xanadu (the unexpurgated version) or Voluptuous Vixens of Venus part IV in 3D. Not the one with Shatner. The original.
Does he?
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Today’s cartoon should have a few of you saying “AH! I Knew it!!”, and hopefully, more of you saying “Oh, I see where this is going…”
And if I’m doing my job… You’ll get to keep on saying that.
I gotta get some more outdoorsy stuff for you guys to look at. And it’s in the plan, but I feel guilty when I have to draw people indoors for so long.
I should do a storyline about allergies.
Apparently, I’m doing some research into one now.
Typically at the end of February, I get sneezy and wheezy and blockheaded.
This year, with the weird warm snap around here, it’s all started up early.
I wonder how Kelly would edit video while full of allergy medicine?
Don’tcha hate that- holding out a hand to shake, and then to be left hanging?
Irritating.
Oh, and being talked over and presumed to be part of someone else’s machinations?
Oh, so irritating.
You remember the grade school gag, right?
Sure you do. But we know you never fell for it.
Lee sent this. I think he uses it to get around a warehouse.
It looks like a total hip and calf workout to me.
I could mess up so many joints and muscles with one of these…
If you begin and end a weird day with a particular phrase, does the day dictate the phrase or the phrase dictate the day? Ahhhh, and there’s where Superstition comes in.
Y’know, instead of regular Stition.
There used to be a series of TV commercials exhorting you to, under times of stress, to have a Snickers bar and recenter your existence or something.
I found myself, once, climbing out of the Royal Gorge in Colorado, and, after having taken my life in my hands scooting out onto a support beam to swing onto the moving incline train (which had not been moving in the hour or two it took me to climb as far as I had to that point) I thought I’d enjoy the Snickers bar that was jammed in my PFD pocket. After the first bite I resolved to send my story to the company that owned the Snickers name and tell them how I’d taken their commercial’s advice.
And then the incline train stopped.
And it was no longer parked over the support beam.
And I had to swing out over open space in order to let myself down onto the tracks and begin the climb up the rest of the canyon wall… while hoping that the train would not start back up and kill me.
And I decided, “&^%$ Snickers.”
Ever been out in the woods late and you look around into the bushes and see little green glows? I can tell you, it makes you stop and have long conversations about whether green reflections or red reflections are carnivores. Lots to discuss all of a sudden when it’s an hour hike back to the road and you count fifty seven li’l green glows.
