The word around the pubs you frequent, Aunty, is that Walt is your right handyman slave.
California gives phones to poor folks. Perhaps a couple of Jitterbug flip phones for you two.
Oh my Aunty, you must have had too much of that boxed Irish whiskey last night.
Tis’ the night for Aunty to have a ride in the paddy wagon.
It’s Walt. Don’t you remember Auntie? You relegated him to the couch.
See ya’ on April 1st Auntie.
At your age you should be seeing a medical eye doctor, not one of those spectacle huskers.
Is that sufficient to counteract the all-night boxed wine parties?
Is it even possible to be a troll in a comic strip comment section? Enlighten me.