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May 19, 2012
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Jeff: Aha... it's you... come in quickly! Anyone follow you? Voice: I don't think so. Man: Cur! Trollop! You dishonor me by reading! Red Rascal: Good luck with that 72 virgins thing, pal! Man: Nooo! Woman: SOB! Ghostwriter: Her flesh was lush, yielding... Jeff: So much for a ghostwriter... "The Rascal had warned the man about beating his wife. This time there would be no mercy! His widow collapsed, sobbing. She lay in the darkness cloaked in her ravishing burqa, only a bit of calf was exposed to the moonlight. It was more than enough to set Rascal off."
May 21, 2012
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