Lighter side? He’s at least a hundred pounds too late for that.
Good luck, Mr. Habner.
We all have a child in there somewhere…probably screaming to be let out.
Rosebud . . .
Send a telegram. It’s faster.
The sun is out – it’s a beautiful day. He has his party hat on.
That should do it. What more can one ask for?
Welcome to the dark side.
He takes this goal very seriously.
Once contact is made, Habner will converse with galaxies far far away with his secret stealth antenna – at least until lunch is served by the nice men in their white coats…
He’s already doing standup.
Pity the chair that fits his lighter side.
Apparently there are no “Sunday Strips” for the next four weeks, which were showing up here on Tuesdays…
And remember, Habner, the boss does not appreciate the Party Horn as an acceptable response to his inquiries…
His lighter side is surely not his back side!
Habner should settle for finding the softer side of Sears.
“Always look on the light side of brife”?
He’s already well acquainted with his heavier side.