I lived for a time in the mid seventies, in Hollywood, CA, in an apartment house on Serrano St. The lady downstairs played the piano in the evening, and the sound was so beautiful. I loved to hear her play.
The comments are as funny as the comic strip!
According to Non Sequitur of Oct. 8, 2017 cashews are not nuts. They are something called “drupes.”
You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose. But you can’t pick your friend’s nose.
Maybe her tonsils?
I use a Magic 8 Ball.
Just like gambling in a Las Vegas casino.
I hear a voice in my head too. She says, “Battery low.” (I wear hearing aids)
I’m ok if you are?
You might live to regret that. It gets really boring in here. Lots of time to think, though.