Rubes by Leigh Rubin for January 23, 2023

She said grimly.

What, no jacket??? It might be cold wherever he’s going!!

She always worries about him. She wants to be sure he’s safe.

He’d never been to this golf course before so she wanted to be sure the GPS was right.

“Oh – and where did you say where you keep the life insurance policy?”, she asked.

Honey, you should grab a tank top

Did you put on clean underwear?

Can’t cash in the insurance till we get that all important call.

“Call you? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

Cloudy or hot?

But if the Grim Reaper takes all the middle aged, Caucasian males – who will be left to skewer and belittle?

Prequel to an episode of The Twilight Zone.

I told you not to eat the salmon mousse.

Don’t worry, he’ll be back for you sooner than you know.

Can’t, roaming charges.

Would it kill you to let me know you arrived?

He can’t. The lines are dead. [for those old enough to remember landlines]

By the time he calls her, he’ll be a Dead Ringer!