Back to B.C. by Johnny Hart for December 26, 2016

That’s tellin’ him.

or is that flatulent?

This reminds of the following:

Mrs. Margaret Drysdale: Have you guessed what it is I’ve been trying to tell you?

Jed Clampett: No Ma’am.

Mrs. Margaret Drysdale: Can’t you tell just by looking at me?

Jed Clampett: ’Fraid not.

Mrs. Margaret Drysdale: Then I must tell you. This burden is more than I can carry alone. It weighs too heavily on me. I can hide it no longer. I’m infatuated.

Jed Clampett: Well shucks Ma’am. If that’s all that’s been botherin’ you, ferget it. You’re just pleasingly plump.

Mrs. Margaret Drysdale: I’d feel much better if you could put your arm around me.

Jed Clampett: Mrs. Drysdale, I could put my arm around you and have half of it left over. You’ve got to stop worryin’ ‘bout bein’ fat.

Mrs. Margaret Drysdale: Jed, I’ve been trying to tell you something in a subtle manner and I’m getting nowhere with it. Very well, I’ll show you how I feel.

[Mrs. Drysdale sits on Jed’s lap]

Mrs. Margaret Drysdale: Now do you know what I’ve been talking about?

Jed Clampett: I do for a fact. You’re plumb shuttin’ off the blood to my leg.