Gil Thorp by Henry Barajas and Rod Whigham for January 29, 2022

…your clothes, your face, your hairstyle, your personality, your defense, your toaster tart ambivalence…shall I go on?

This conversation should be in private. Everyone within 3 seats now eavesdropping.

I got rhythm

I got music

I got my man Who could ask for anything more?

Okay,you want to know,you really want to know , In All Reality , I’m Pregnant ! Now gimme those Jiffy Tarts I’m eating for two now !

Yesterday: Toaster Tarts, Today: Jiffy Tarts, Tomorrow: Tater Tarts?

P-4: Forgive me, Captain for I have sinned

What we have here is a failure to communicate.

If you want to psychoanalyze me, you should have bought brand-name toaster pastries.

P 4: “….actually, I just lost my appetite…”

So, getting beat by one kid on the baseline opens the door for this BS line of questions, and not even from the coach? Take a hike, flyboy

Maybe she no longer enjoys playing and wants to help coach the boys team.

Actually, she should be directing those comments towards Mimi

P 5: loud yelling, ( here’s my psyche!) a scuffle, and Hollis pushed into the corner of her seat with ‘toaster tarts’ smashed into her face

Cold toaster tarts with nothing to wash them down. Man, that’s living.

“Whoa! Why didn’t you say you had ‘Jiffy Tarts’ the first time? I thought they were generics!”

Whigham making a bold statement today, firing back at his critics who accuse him of having a huge hand fetish. He fought the urge today in P2 and put in a toaster pastry package to obscure most of Hollis’ giant paw. It hurt, but he did it!

And speaking of doing it, what you should be doing is going to today’s edition of Mopped Up Thorp.

https://moppedupthorp.wordpress.com/