Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen

Ballard Street

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  1. BRI-NO-MITE!!

    BRI-NO-MITE!! said, almost 2 years ago

    Can’t really argue against that. The little one is a pigmy sheep.

  2. beviek

    beviek GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    Well, I don’t like it. I’m gonna put in a link for a Missouri dog that’s lots better than that big bully.

  3. beviek

    beviek GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    @Dogsniff

    Nice snowmen on Frog Blog!!! :)

  4. margueritem

    margueritem GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    Discretion being the better part of valor, Poopsie makes a wise move.

  5. SusanSunshine

    SusanSunshine GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    And here we are!
    ‘Cept I’ll be right back…


    What a cute little sheep….

  6. x_Tech

    x_Tech GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    So we won’t be seeing this on the next episode of Scooter, Canine Negotiator.

  7. beviek

    beviek GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    Ok, here’s a song about Jim the Wonder Dog Much better than “Buster” the Bully Dog.

    Here’s a brief biography of Jim the Wonder Dog

  8. Redkaycei Repoc

    Redkaycei Repoc said, almost 2 years ago

    Another Joni Song I really like…. “Coyote” (and sure Susan)….
    _______________________________________________

    No regrets, Coyote.
    We just come from such different sets of circumstance.
    I’m up all night in the studios
    And you’re up early on your ranch.
    You’ll be brushing out a brood mare’s tail
    While the sun is ascending,
    And I’ll just be getting home with my reel to reel…
    There’s no comprehending
    Just how close to the bone, and the skin, and the eyes, and the lips you can get -
    And still feel so alone.
    And still feel related
    Like stations in some relay.
    You’re not a, a hit and run driver, no, no,
    Racing away.
    You just picked up a hitcher,
    A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.

    We saw a farmhouse burning down
    In the middle of the road,
    Where in the middle of the night,
    We rolled right past that tragedy
    Till we pulled into some road house lights
    Where a local band was playing.
    Locals were up kicking and shaking on the floor.
    The next thing I know
    That Coyote’s at my door.
    He pins me in a corner and he won’t take “No!”.
    He drags me out on the dance floor
    And we’re dancing close and slow.
    Now he’s got a woman at home.
    He’s got another woman down the hall.
    He seems to want me anyway:
    “Why’d you have to get so drunk and
    Lead me on that way?’”.
    You just picked up a hitcher,
    A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.

    I looked a Coyote right in the face
    On the road to Baljennie near my old home town.
    He went runnin’ through the whisker wheat
    Chasing some prize down.
    And a hawk was playing with him.
    Coyote was jumping straight up and making passes.
    He had those same eyes just like yours -
    Under your dark glasses,
    Privately probing the public rooms,
    Peeking through keyholes in numbered doors
    Where the players lick their wounds,
    And take their temporary lovers
    And their pills and powders to get them through this passion play.
    No regrets, Coyote,
    I just get off up away.
    You just picked up a hitcher,
    A prisoner of the white lines on the freeway.

    Coyote’s in the coffee shop.
    He’s staring a hole in his scrambled eggs.
    And he picks up my scent on his fingers
    While he’s watching a waitresses’ legs.
    He’s too far from the Bay of Fundy
    From appaloosas and eagles and tides.
    The air conditioned cubicles and the carbon ribbon rides
    Are spelling it out so clear:
    Either he’s going to have to stand and fight,
    Or take off out of here.
    I tried to run away myself,
    To run away and wrestle with my ego -
    And with this flame you put here in this Eskimo -
    In this hitcher -
    In this prisoner -
    Of the fine white lines -
    Of the white lines -
    On the free, free way.

  9. BRI-NO-MITE!!

    BRI-NO-MITE!! said, almost 2 years ago

    @Everybody
    It looks like the Rougue will be back on Monday.
    A round of hot sauce, on me!

  10. beviek

    beviek GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    @BRI-NO-MITE!!

    Yea!!!! I’ll skip the hot sauce though, I’ll have a margarita!!! or two!

  11. beviek

    beviek GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    Speaking of dogs………check this out…………St. Bernard

  12. BRI-NO-MITE!!

    BRI-NO-MITE!! said, almost 2 years ago

    @beviek

    Heartburn is non-existent in this imaginary realm.

  13. Redkaycei Repoc

    Redkaycei Repoc said, almost 2 years ago

    @beviek I’ll have a margarita!!! or two!

    You got it Bev!

  14. Redkaycei Repoc

    Redkaycei Repoc said, almost 2 years ago

    By the way… I’m just waiting for Ted to hose down those two dogs and have the tri-fecta…

  15. beviek

    beviek GoComics PRO Member said, almost 2 years ago

    @Briatollah Heartburn is non-existent in this imaginary realm.
    …………………………………………………………………

    Well, then why do some of us, whom I shall not name here, get hangovers? Hmmmmm……… I don’t know if I want to take a chance, having seen Derrick eating those peppers. He nearly died or something! Poor guy, he was soooooo ……………uncomfortable! Tears running down his face and all………………….. don’t know if I can chance it……………………

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