95 percent of rap artists wish they could write something this good.
In the case of some recent examples, chopping off the head would be superfluous.
All it would take at this point would be one well-placed asteroid. Just saying.
I’m thinking maybe a dunce cap….
I’m a little bit worried at this point that instead of taking Ann down hard and getting everyone else’s money back, she’s instead thinking of setting up a little blackmail scheme.
Probably not, though. When this whole arc started I think I posted something about Tiff using her vanity for good instead of evil. What I really think might happen is that Tiff will get her own spin-off comic.
Maybe to look at, but the whole place just reeked of cough medicine.
This strip is a reprint from 1990, marking the earliest part of the brief reign of CFLs. That was a screw-up right up there with New Coke and the Edsel: can’t use them in ceiling fans (because of the vibration), can’t use them in porch lights (because chances are you’ve got a sunset timer that counts as a “dimmer”), can’t use them in bathrooms, kitches or especially refrigerators (because they fail in humid areas), can’t use them in most reading lamps (because when they finally did get around to making 3-ways they had a massive ceramic collar that won’t go into the fixture), and you can’t even throw them away when they burn out (which happens in as little as two weeks instead of the advertised ten years) because deadly poisonous mercury!
The ants indicate that an honest bone is so unusual, it’s become a tourist attraction.
Opal’s “just so you know” was already well past its expiration date. I hope the cake was fresher than that.