Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for May 26, 2015
Transcript:
Kevin: I dropped the purple crayon and it went under there. Miss Bliss: I'll get the broom. Alice: Kevin! Alice: The purple is the best crayon! The paper isn't torn and it hasn't been chewed on. Alice: It doesn't have other crayon schmutz on it! It's pristine! And now it's under there? Miss Bliss: Was this it? Kevin: Hard to tell. Alice: KEVIN!
Templo S.U.D. almost 9 years ago
I’ve heard of a purple people eater, but a purple crayon eater? That’s another story.
Sisyphos almost 9 years ago
Alice, you aren’t the boss of Blisshaven! Kevin just dropped the crayon; it was an accident. Okay?
Liverlips McCracken Premium Member almost 9 years ago
If purple is the best crayon, how is it’s paper not torn, and how can it not have been chewed? Alice’s stated paean to the purple crayon makes no sense.
Already Fuzzy almost 9 years ago
Hey, any crayon that is in pristine condition is elevated to the level of best crayon. Just like a car, it loses value as soon as you use it. That’s why we like cars so much when we get older.
magicwalnut Premium Member almost 9 years ago
Omigosh! Alice is speaking Yiddish! Where did she get THAT?
pumaman almost 9 years ago
Oy vey Kevin!
steverinoCT almost 9 years ago
When I was just out of HS I got a friend a box of crayons in her favorite color: purple. I did this by buying 16 boxes and taking the purple from each, and then carried those other 15 boxes around with me until recently, 30 years later, they were finally used up by my grand-nieces.
MS72 almost 9 years ago
fire the janitor
Get fuzzy 4527 almost 9 years ago
MAN HANDS!!
qetal almost 9 years ago
@steverino: that is an incredibly sweet gift!
Gokie5 almost 9 years ago
Oddly enough, I can remember being fixated on a beloved blue crayon when I was four. It was grand! GLO-ree-us ! Though neon crayons probably hadn’t been invented in 1939, to me it had a neon glow. It wasn’t pristine, but I wouldn’t have wanted to use it much, because then it would be gone!I forget whether I was able to wangle it away from my playmate – that part is lost in the mists of the ages. But I do feel Alice’s pain.
Stellagal almost 9 years ago
Harold called, he wants his purple crayon back.