Frazz by Jef Mallett


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  1. Kind&Kinder

    Kind&Kinder GoComics PRO Member said, about 15 hours ago

    I’m hoping it’s a pleasant aroma. Or perhaps it’s a coat of many odors. Always important to remember that “cleanliness” is not next to godliness in the dictionary. It’s next to “clean-limbed” in mine.

  2. Varnes

    Varnes said, about 12 hours ago

    A coat of many odors…..I love it….I like it so much I’m going to steal it….Kind&Kinder….i bet it smells a lot like whiskey, or at least beer….or maybe garlic…..Hopefully not like meth chemicals….

  3. Ewal Doh

    Ewal Doh GoComics PRO Member said, about 10 hours ago

    It’s a sweet pipe smell … the fat kind, not the skinny kind.

  4. Winkster

    Winkster said, about 8 hours ago

    The boy might remember it fondly for a long time. Odors are interesting that way. Perhaps his uncle left it there because he knew his nephew needed a coat, especially one to grow into.

  5. DWM

    DWM said, about 7 hours ago

    Check the pockets for car keys . . .

  6. bigpuma

    bigpuma said, about 7 hours ago

    A thief who’s both blasé about his misdeed and ungrateful for what it’s gained him. Served up with a side order of slightly gross. Nice!

  7. AlbertaNerd

    AlbertaNerd said, about 6 hours ago

    …And the uncle doesn’t realise or care that his coat is missing? “Oh, sure, I had a coat when I came here, but oh well, that’s just how it goes!”

    Or the kid just picks up, takes, and uses any old coat lying around without caring as to whether or not it’s his?

    Sure, I’ll go with it. I suppose it does sound like a family that’s dumb enough to deserve each other.

  8. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, about 4 hours ago

    This comic reminds me of one cold winter when I didn’t have a winter coat. I was somewhat surprised and horrified to find that it was just expected that I would wear some sort of regular shirt out in the winter of snowy Michigan. There was no coat for me. My mother was too upset to shop for one, even though she always shopped on weekends. She enjoyed sifting through the women’s clothes in the lady section of department stores where a friendly saleslady with a soothing voice hopefully might approach her and strike up a conversation. After all, that’s their job. That’s what salesladies are paid to do. You probably can’t even avoid having a saleslady talk to you if you are in the women’s clothes section. But my mother was far too shy and socially awkward around women for any of these encounters to go the distance. She spent her weekdays screaming and shrieking loudly in utter frustration around the house. My dad was careful to always have an alcohol buzz going to numb out his surroundings. So of course no one noticed my paltry, little dilemma of no winter coat. In desperation I commandeered one of my dad’s old coats, which was a large-sized, billowy cheap plastic jacket made to look like fake leather. I was skinny, my dad had a big gut from rich, restaurant food and alcohol. So, naturally this jacket was big and balloony around the waist and arms, and the neck hole was so big the cold air blasted right in from the top. Freezing blasts of wind had an easier access up through the bottom of that jacket and down from the top than hardened convicts in a state prison to the new prisoners. During that winter the frigid air raked across my core causing pain. It was bad. Especially since I was outside all of the time doing my paper routes.
    That jacket was worthless as a form of protective barrier to the elements. But it was a fashion statement. I had a jacket to wear! And I was happy about that.

  9. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, about 4 hours ago


    Anything is possible if there are copious amounts of alcohol involved.

  10. comicsssfan

    comicsssfan said, about 4 hours ago


    Excellent point!!! I could have used an uncle like this!!

  11. Tycho_MX

    Tycho_MX said, about 2 hours ago


    Or uncle is staying for the weekend and hasn’t needed his coat or keys ;)

    For quick errands (e.g. go get a loaf of bread quick!) as a youth I definitely have picked up whatever from the pile to cover up.

  12. bigpuma

    bigpuma said, about 2 hours ago


    Typically, the kids depicted here are eight to ten years old. Probably not much more than four feet tall and 70 pounds. The coat may be big on this budding felon, but not by much. I guess Uncle Smelly could have been born 20 years after Mom. And he’s a jockey. That’s no less reasonable.

  13. Kind&Kinder

    Kind&Kinder GoComics PRO Member said, about 1 hour ago


    :-) It’s yours with my blessings!

  14. Caldonia

    Caldonia said, 10 minutes ago

    Their faces are so bland. Can’t tell them apart.

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