Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for September 30, 2017

Mussolini. For when you want to make a point, but don’t want to enter Godwin territory.

Guess I’m doomed. all my socks are white or grey or grey and white.

All socks probably purloined from someone else.

My wife has an entire box of unmatched socks, no idea why. Assuming each had a match at some point, that’s more socks than I have owned in my life.

I recently took a trip by train, and Amtrak got me to my destination three minutes ahead of schedule. Who needs Mussolini.

He fixed your watch, Satchel. And way back in the mists of time he gave you a framed picture of the two of you that I think said “Best Friends”.

There have to be dogs in heaven, otherwise it couldn’t possibly be heaven.

Well, he’s has all his marbles…just not in his pocket!

Odds are, Bucky stole a li’l pink sock from Mooch!

As I’ve seen online:

I’m convinced that every time a sock goes missing from the dryer, it comes back as an extra Tupperware lid.

Laika’s up there too.

Mutts reference for the win!