Get Fuzzy by Darby Conley for March 08, 2019

Rob: “Sic ’im, Satchel”

Bucky is so dumb, he’ll smack the only person in the apartment who knows how to use a can opener.

Plucky Bucky may find himself unlucky when Rob’s no longer so ducky!

Bucky does not need a vocabulary builder. He needs a sanity builder.

Oh oh. Shirt just got real.

Pinkish needs a cat… bat “POW”

And this is the part, little kitty, where I flush your head down the toilet.

Time for the Siamese squeeze!

What rhymes with euthanasia?

The cat’s bats. Bat the cat. Any version of this game was invented by a jerk & is only perpetuated by jerks. (“Jerk” being the closest term to “rectal orifice” that won’t draw flags. See also “bully.”)

Flat cat…

That looked like a cheek tweek more than a shirt hurt.

Satchel, I love you….“BELT BELT, BELT BELT!”

Bucky you sucky. Even if Rob hung him by his tail from the ceiling so Satchel could wail on him like a punching bag or pinata, Satch would immediately feel sorry for him.

Drop kick doesn’t rhyme . . .

Clueless Bucky doesn’t know the difference between synonym and rhyme…it isn’t a subtle distinction.

I’ve seen Bucky operate a phone, camera, and keyboard. He should be able to manage a can opener.

Too funny!!

If Rob drops Bucky out the window while saying “Cat Splat!” would he be playing the game? And win?