Pig: Hey, Bobby Bull. How goes it?
Bobb; Good. Got a job as a building custodian. I'm pretty suited for it.
Pig: Suited how?
For which shop is Bobby Bull the custodian: a china shop?
One good sneeze and there won’t be a locked door in the house.
Remember to take the brush off before you go back to your coffee.
Looks like Bobby Bull has found the key to happiness.
Is the building on Wall Street?
It’s a key qualification.
That doesn’t look like Bobby Hull. Oh wait, never mind.
Him a custodian? Sounds like a lot of bull to me.
I’d try to steer him away from the subject.
One of Bobby’s keys is so revolutionary it’s called the Trots-key!
I haven’t seen the crocs in a long, long time. What’s up with that?
I want to know where the keys were between 2 and 3 panels, did he sneeze?
keys constantly lubricated all day so won’t ‘stick’ or become ‘jammed’ in the keyholes!and i bet as custodian he doesn’t take any ‘bull——’ from anyone!
Must be kind of awkward for Bobby when he actually has to unlock a door. How will he do that? (No BS now….)
He has the key skills to become a key holder.
>snerk< Pastis has reached a new LOW!
The doors to every Merril-Lynch office are safe.
He works with a hoof-er vacuum.
That bull is not that appealing to the eye.
Bobby thinks the key is lubricated, but it’s not. (ew)
Bobby Bull indeed. He’s certainly full of it.