Bad Machinery by John Allison for March 17, 2020

Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack Jack. Jack!!!! Egad.

I’m not sure if he just did the smartest thing or the dumbest thing.

She makes a good point there, Jack.

(Also, the car in panel one resembles a certain third-generation Nissan Micra we’ve seen before. Although the tail lights appear different, and the Nissan logo isn’t visible on the back. Coincidence? Intentional? A lack of a good variety of references to work from for the artist? The world may never know…)

Please don’t end “Bad Machinery”…please please pretty please please

And don’t look back, Jack. Or else you’re gonna need an ocean of calamine lotion. :-o

Jack at your age short-term with a Nutter is a hell of a lot more exciting then long-term with a blech.

I love how she’s all “and what of it?”

To be honest. I can’t blame Jack for run away from Mildred.

At 73 I’ve been a dangerous nutter all my life. When I was in high school I would have wanted to date Lottie.

He knew she was a dangerous nutter

from the way his speech turned to stutter,

the way his heart went a-flutter,

and the way his legs turned to butter.

He ran away, but he felt down in the gutter

As he wished he had taken her home to meet Mutter.

A courageous nutter.

Ok, here we go…

You shouldn’t tit about with a gimlet eyed hottie nutter.

Unless you want an exciting time that might lead to excitement, thrills, heart break, and death, but, oh brother, WHAT A WAY TO GO!!

Since when is Jack not into dangerous nutters?

Fear of the weird can alienate any person, ever from bullies too.