Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for April 22, 2021

I would date Opus no matter what his nose looks like. I want and love a sweet man such as Opus.

Not going there.

One morning I woke up with my index finger hurting bad because I managed to lay on top of it during my sleep. You don’t realize how many things you do with your index finger until you hurt it like that. Luckily the pain didn’t last too long, but it still sucked.

I remember getting ready for a date when I was a teenager. I figured that I would “crimp” my hair by washing it; then, while my hair was still damp, putting it in a bunch of braids. I ended up looking like Roseanne Roseannadanna. (I still remember that we went to see “Coal Miner’s Daughter”.) No, there are no pictures…thank goodness.

There is something that will fix that, it is called “starch”

Maybe some viagra would help. But, he had already had the opposite problem. Opus’s day is not going well. I hope his date turns out better.

Bad Beak day…

Just snort some Viagra and take a good sneeze…

Ain’t gonna happen to me, Mister P. Opus. I may have a biggish nose, but it is as nothing compared to that horribly huge honker you’re sporting, and it will not have the same bed-nose or gravity effects….

I believe it’s called Peyronie’s disease.