Luann by Greg Evans for June 03, 1990
Miss Phelps: ...so, from my years of experience, I can tell you this, Luann: Miss Phelps: The many challenges of adolescence air lay bashes inner groin spearmints. Luann: Wonder which dress I should wear to the dance? Miss Phelps: Hormonal hinges willy pudding spastic ear factory. Luann: The red one would be perfect for doing the lambada-except for the barfy sleeves. Miss Phelps: But the radish bees snickers bigger oozing, not the dinner drippers. Luann: Maybe Delta will let me borrow her yellow dress..but then what about shoes? Miss Phelps: so you monsoon or fly brain shoot hefty normans kneecap flossing vinyl nuts Miss Phelps: And finally, most weenie shag syrups-in fact, cutting ranks odor judges! Luann: Hey! She could let me wear her white shoes-and matching bag! Miss Bliss: Well, has our little chat helped you, Luann? Luann: Yup. I've decided to go with the red dress and white shoes.