Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for April 26, 2018

Gee, I hope poor Martin can last until the next A/C vent.

Martin’s mirage is an optical delusion.

Martin and the cacti all have plywood bottoms.

Martin’s heating bill is going to go through the roof. He turned his heat up as high as the thermostat would allow for more realism.

Trudi’s going to go through the roof, too, when she sees all the sand Martin scattered around on the floor.

Headline in the Ballard News: Local man suffers heat exhaustion in the middle of a snow storm. Doctors are mystified.

He spends his evening with a merciless dessert.

Are you needling me?

Open the window in that “merciless desert,” the breeze might help.

martin is more used to the bikini bottom clime. this is a bit dry for his taste

Martin needs to make a quick trip to Stel Bel’s Laundry and Furniture Emporium for knee pads.

And I’ll bet there’s noasis…

Martin and wife, Trudi, are indeed a prickly pear.

While Martin tends to be perpetually (t)horny, Trudi is just spine with her areoles undisturbed.

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When Martin finishes he desert trek, he’ll slake his thirst at the TIKI with the life-saving liquid, distilled from the blue agave cactus.

And then he sees it! A beautiful slave girl, beckoning to him!

But no, it’s just his “Return of the Jedi” poster…

I don’t think Martin is Survivor material.

Before VR, there was LSD.

1000mods – Desert Side Of Your Mindhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cgioTYWnJ2Q