It’s amazing that Mayor Melba doesn’t slip back into her hill accent when talking to a rube like Rufus.
But it’s nice to see her tugging her top back up her shoulder again…
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It’s a full four-sided classics update for the 3rd, a square deal:
Two days after Christmas, Skeezix is looking forward to his next bunch of loot from Santa Claus. ♪♫ The road is long…. ♪♫
Gaye may be trying to fit in as a respectable housewife after leaving “the business” as proprietor of a “public house”. But she still knows the way back when she needs a break from life. It’s 5 o’clock in Conniption, and Billy the Bartender is serving up hard liquor for clients who want to get drunk fast.
(I wonder if Mort Gage’s wife would even stop to talk to a “saloon woman” on the street yet, it’s only been a few years – and she’s still unmarried and living on her own. Wanton!)
Maryjane and Tornado have cleaned out Brenda’s kitchen, down to the last saltine cracker. Desperate measures are called for. (And they call Ms. Grayson “Lazy” – hah!)
Six weeks and counting down, Slim figures out that it’s up to him to not only win the bread for the new family, he also needs to find a better home than his storage-room/apartment.
His daughter came with a unicorn, before he knew there were unicorns. So clearly Ethan did not want to say anything, lest he inadvertently create an alternate timeline where Biff Tannen takes over everything in a rein of terror.
1 – All the rare and foreign stamps are pretty to look at, but the stamp collecting business’ bread and butter is Sperry & Hutchinson. That’s where they make the Green, from stamps.
How about carrot sticks with a 56 ounce container of ‘dipping sauce’?
Good morning, crew!