February 07, 2019
January 17, 2018
I think your Mom will sign the consent form to allow you to join.
Wrong number, Calvin. Try a mental hospital.
It explains some of sailors who served with me
The bicycle and the spinach teamed up against Calvin .
Spinach Casserole – the number one cause of underage enlistment in the Navy.
Throwing food & drink on himself tells you he needs heavy meds, therapy, and an extended stay at the nearest asylum!!
Well mom, you wanted a child. Deal with it.
The green stuff wins again.
I loved her expression there when I was 5 years old… and I still love it!
The furious expression on his mom’s face in that panel is one of the funniest depictions of rage I’ve ever seen, and has stuck with me ever since I was a child.
Loving Mum’s expression….
I’m not saying that my Mom was a bad cook, but…
When I was in Navy boot camp, the other recruits complained about the food, and how much worse it was than what their mothers made. I actually thought the Navy food was pretty good by comparison.
Still miss my Mom though.
It’s Mom’s fault. She should stop serving that nasty stuff. At least that’s Calvin’s take on it.
Calvin put up a good fight though.
Do you know how they tell you that some food is “good for you”? Not in Calvin’s case!
Attack of the Green Blob Monster That Came To Dinner. I wonder if he should call a Hollywood movie producer if they are interested in buying the rights to the film.
Try the French Foreign Legion, Calvin.
Send him to a clinic that studies such an oddity. They’d get 70 or 80 years of invaluable research, his parents would have a tidy stipend for providing the subject and maybe many children would be saved a whole hockey sock full of anxiety and sorrow!!
BUT MOM! THE GREEN STUFF STARTED IT!
“Ah big boy did it and ran away!” ~ Billy Connelly….
Not the Navy; the French Foreign Legion, so you can, as Ollie said gazing into the distance, FORGET.
Question is, Is he calling for himself … or for her?
Usually, that appeal comes while standing in front of a Judge.
Die vile glop! Die die!
Mom should have made the toxic mix that makes Calvin into a super strong mutant.
I doubt you’ll much care for Navy chow.
The angriest expression Mom’s ever had.
Cue the Village People singing “Join the Navy”.
Calvin needs a better way to criticize his mother’s cooking skills. Or lack thereof.
Heh, “What goes down must come up.” I remember Huckle Cat saying that in the 1994 “How Things Work in Busytown” CD-ROM game when he would end up going down a trapdoor in a factory and then back up another trapdoor.
The Navy would never want him. Maybe the Salvation Army….
Apparently a child has to eat something eleven times before it becomes ‘normal’ to them. But I’m not sure any of this actually went into Calvin’s mouth!
I wasn’t playing with my food, I was fighting it.
I hear the food in the Navy is far superior to home cooking, after all everyone knows that the Navy gets the gravy and the Army gets the beans.
He won’t last a week.
Calvin would make a great fire control officer on a boomer.
I once had an epic fight with a plate of okra that was served to me.
So……… blorp >>>>>>> ptooey………….. now that we have THAT straight…………
I don’t blame you, Calvin, I wouldn’t eat it either! Yech!
Considering how much time Calvin likes spending outdoors wandering with Hobbes, my guess is the Army might be a better fit. Can you imagine him stuck on a boat for months at a time?
Spaceman Spiff’s alter ego wants to join the Navy? puzzled expression My tiny brain would have figured him to join the Air Force.
Smack the crap out of him. That’s what he really needs.
Threaten to take Hobbes away. That would be a much more effective behavior modification tool than using corporal punishment.
Where’d the toast come from?