Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 09, 2010

But it does make you A Man Without Pants.

Which in his case is only a minor offense.

No, Edwin, that one is “exhibitionist”, not “extremist.” Try again.

I was thinking it classified him as a “doofus”.

Edwin, not now, I am reading the newspaper.

Only “extreme” in its UN-extremness, if you get my drift.

But it does mean the Viagra is working.

He’s attempting to rejuvenate the sans culottes movement of the French Revolution.

ducher, I think if the Viagra were working, the pants would not have fallen.

Pant’s on the ground.. Pant’s on the ground… acting like a fool…with your pant’s on the ground..

lol@boldyuma! Love ur comment too, Fishstix.

He’s trying to start a new style trend for exhibitionists, called “flashion”.

Hey! It is like half of the Superbowl adds that, for some reason featured people in their underwear.

Mr Doty, why don’t you ignore our “pornographic” posts if you don’t like them That’s the advice you give to us when we have issues with your posts, so what’s good for the goose must be good for the gander, n’est ce pas?

From the remaining 10 year old posts, it sounds like they had a lot of fun with Edwin’s “extreme” behavior. – From Edna’s response, it appears that his career as a flasher will be short lived.

If Edwin wanted to shock Ballard Street, he should have worn checked underwear with polka-dot trousers!

Meanwhile, Claude is his usual incompetent self, but Cleo doesn’t mind:

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy

http://www.comicssherpa.com/site/feature?uc_comic=cscwy&uc_full_date=20200209

http://images.ucomics.com/comics/cscwy/2020/cscwy200209.jpg

The forecast here from next night on until Monday/Tuesday is heavy storms (highest level), partially with cold spells and thunderstorms.

Good thing the “winter”-BBQ party at a friend’s starts at 2 pm…

Yes, Claude. You are not mechanically or otherwise inclined. You don’t know your heiny from your weenie.

He just wants to play with his ding-a-ling.

Claude probably didn’t even bring a hot dog back for Clara. I’m amazed she puts up with him.

Clara needs to label what the remotes are used on. Claude should have also brought back three pizzas. One for Clara and two for Cleo.

Claude …. read a book.

Dead men don’t wear polkadots.

Hullo, all…. and yep… we’re discussing the Feb 9th  2020 “CLEO and COMPANY,”

Which is what the above links lead to, on Sherpa.

Always looking for the back story…. so now I’m wondering whether Claude buys his batteries at Costco.

if you’re a Costco member, it’s hard to buy batteries anywhere else…

and it’s hard NOT to buy a hot dog when you go there for any reason, even though I rarely eat hot dogs.

You end up with three years worth of batteries when you only needed enough for the remote…

but you know how it is…. you saved so much, you just couldn’t resist.

Now you’ll have them for the DVD remote too….and the TV remote, the bedside flashlight… the neighbor kid’s toy car…. the “singing” Easter bunny… fake Christmas candles… next year’s battery outages… right?

And a giant beef hot dog with a “bottomless” soft drink for $1.49 is cheaper than a $2 soda at the Wendy’s next door.

(If, unlike me, you ever go to a fast food place for that.)

So maybe Claude just wanted a Coke during his great quest.

I happen to live right in between a Costco and my favorite, local hardware store… pardon me, these days it’s a “building center” …

where, coincidentally, in warmer months, there’s a hot dog truck parked right outside.

If I need a part for something, for which their expert advice is appreciated, I do go there instead of a big box chain.

But a small package of batteries costs as much as the Costco Crate-‘O-Double-A’s…

and the skinny “foot long” hot dogs outside, not that I’ve ever bought one, are about $4 without a drink.

You probably wouldn’t buy one for the dog, even if she is armed and demanding…

and anyhow, this strip is from Cleo’s pre-bazooka days… when she still "wuf"ed a lot.

Hmmm… I think I counted 11 comments from last year, which of course are not about Cleo and Company…

and a few of our Cleo posters commented on Ballard Street as well.

To my mind, in all that, there’s a pretty amazing lack of speculation.

Edwin did apparently ask about being an “extremist”, not an “exhibitionist.”

I trust Edna to reply to the correct question.

Even with his back to us, everyone assumes he’s exhibiting merely his wild polka dot undershorts… or perhaps something normally kept inside them…

but even that is hardly extreme, if it’s only to his wife.

Is it only me, in the crazy hours of the middle of the night, wondering what else he could be wearing, or doing?

After all he’s a member of the Pulley Club…. and he runs an HO model train in the basement…

and… OK, OK, yes, I know… probably not.

After all, it’s Ballard Street.

(And if you didn’t like any of those images… remember, they were yours, not mine.)

Gallagar said it years ago. Whenever the wife shows any bit of interest, the hubby is standing in the doorway to the bedroom with his pants down around his ankles saying, “Ya wanna?…”.

There are lots of candidates today for My Favorite Part™ was, i.e. Z, SHREEE!, WUF!, NOOOO!, and sʟᴜʀᴘ! ᴄʜᴏᴍᴘ! ɢᴜʟᴘ!, but I’m going to have to go with Clara’s top. You know why? Because the …

PURPLISH splotches match her PURPLISH pants which match the PURPLISH drapes which match Claude’s PURPLISH SCARF (!)

Maybe Claude’s chair is sitting in the Portal of Confusion! We used to have one of those universal remotes that’s programmed to turn on the TV, turn on the satellite, turn on the sound system, and the DVD and the CD player. Well, that one broke, so we have a drawer that holds all those remotes. I feel Claude’s pain!!!!

Good evening Balladeers, Plods and Miss Susan!