Dinosaur Comics by Ryan North for February 20, 2020

“The sun is a mass of incandescent gas

A gigantic nuclear furnace

Where hydrogen is built into helium

At a temperature of millions of degrees.”

The Drunk Poem:

Starkle, starkle, little twink,

Who the hell are you I think.

I’m not under what you call

The alcofluence of incohol.

I’m just a little slort of sheep,

I’m not drunk like thinkle peep.

I don’t know who is me yet,

But the drunker I stand here the longer I get.

So just give me one more fink to drill my cup,

’Cause I got all day sober to Sunday up.

Maybe that is why they keep remaking old movies, or just to milk it for more money