Monty by Jim Meddick for January 26, 2022

Time for a sacrifice to the snow gods

But none of them ever ran out of their sarcasm…

Him: “Worse of all, I ran out of…”

Them: “TOILET PAPER?!”

(everyone runs away to hide their stashes).

But what he’s really low on now, is friends.

Hope they’ve got plenty of fabreeze/ lysol.

There were always a few like him on deterrent patrols. Enterprising shipmates would lay in a stock of extra toothpaste and cigarettes and sell them at an obscene profit.

he must not keep things to himself, like complaining for example… actually my family is kind of the same way…

Our Monty, ever the hapless dweeb. I wonder what Moondog and Pilsner are up to?

So – now he’s properly prepared to play poker. They’ll all fold after sitting at the table with him for a few minutes…

You’d think they’d ship that in. Or fly it in on one of those cool snow planes.

“Hey…how did you all know—” “DON’T ASK.”

Will Monty EVER get his act together??

Monty, it would probably be a good career move at this point to transition from Arctic explorer, back to crawling in solitude through a trackless sandy desert.

I think they know.

That stinks!!

It stinks!

Socially isolated in the arctic wilderness, Montague Montahue finally began to come to terms with his personality deficits.

Ha ha ha! I do amuse myself….