Rubes by Leigh Rubin for January 17, 2017

But the result is bear-able.

Sort of what happens to a bunch of commenters over on that other feature. Y’alll know the one, right Varnes.

Mean while…

♫♫♪Here they come falling out of the blue,

Little arrows for me and for you…

Cupid, you’re supposed to shoot his heart, not his butt.

I shall hug him and kiss him and name him George.

What is that on your back? It’s just a hunch, master.

Beats the opposite mistake.