FoxTrot by Bill Amend for March 24, 1992
March 23, 1992
March 25, 1992
Transcript:
Roger: I'm dying, Andy. I'm giving up the ghost. Every cell in my being is crying out in anguish. It was a good life while it lasted, but this is it. Hello, grim reaper. Andy: Honestly. This medicine can't taste that bad. Roger: I... I see Elvis...
I once had to have the worst-tasting cold medicine. The mascot was literally a booger in a t-shirt and a baseball cap. Ugh.