Pig is going to be a hero in a Dicken’s novel.
First, the kitchen, where the food is.
Then, the living room, where the TV is.
Then, the bathroom, where the toilet is.
Finally, the bedroom, where the dreams are.
My brother-in-law has problems with debtors prison. And he only needs $25 a month to keep out I’ll trouble. Too many other things like cigarettes and drugs to buy I guess.
Then Potter’s Field.
Save me a seat on the bus to Hel|,Pig
If it weren’t for this pandemic, I too would like to go places just like my older brother and his flight attendant wife do (good thing she went on maternity leave before the pandemic made big news; she delivered my second nephew a few days shortly after Father’s Day last month).
And if you think there’s no debtors prison anymore, you have not been a poor black person jailed (in lieu of paying a fine, because you don’t HAVE any extra money for that) for something like “tail light inoperative”.
Excuse me I got to go to the bathroom, but Rat has locked himself in it again. May I use yours?
“Someday we’ll be together
Yes we will, yes we will
Say, someday (some sweet day) we’ll be together
I know, I know, I know, I know…."
He’s just back from his trip yesterday, to The Family Circus, where he squashed that squealer, Dolly!
Pig just say “NO” to the Debbie Downer pills ! … Croc Power !
Man, even someone like Pig knows how to bring someone down.
Pig the existentialist. Hell is other cartoon characters. Now I get it.
The young women who clean our house once a month are barely squeaking by. This might be funny if it weren’t applicable to SO many people right now.
Up the river without a paddle
And finally, he’s going to get grilled.
Followed by the Soft Cushions & the Comfy Chair.
Doom and gloom! PIG! a take a pill and stop the negativity
Maybe someone will pardon him, then he won’t have to go to prison.
After that I’m going to need a handbasket.
At least someone knows where he’s going.
“So long honey, babe / Where I’m bound, I can’t tell / Goodbye’s too good a word, babe / So I’ll just say fare thee well / I ain’t saying you treated me unkind / You could have done better but I don’t mind / You just kinda wasted my precious time / But don’t think twice, it’s all right.” Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right: Bob Dylan (1962)/
Still missing the crocs.
Next stop, the slaughter house?
Are we bringing back Debtor’s Prison?
If you have debt, you are in a debtor’s prison.
Poorhouses and debtor prisons are only seen on ghost shows, these days, because they are as haunted as heck.
A billionaire’s solution whitepaper heading to Congress.
Still a great attitude.
Just take a lesson from the President – he’s declared bankruptcy lots of times and just walked away from those bills! And now he’s a billionaire. Well, it’s a claim he enjoys making but doesn’t want to prove to anyone. I guess he doesn’t like to brag.
Worst type of type neurotic to meet in a bar: a realistic pessimist.
…or the butcher shop.
“Debtors’ Prisons” no longer exist, nominally, though a bad bankruptcy or the like can have much the same result as the 19th century solution.
Pig’s pessimism is profond….
sorry, those don’t exist