And have you ever tried saying “swing schmancy” five times really fast? Man, I can barely even do it once!
It might sound great, but by the end of the day, the menu will probably be chock full of Spam.
Yeah, go easy on ‘em. They’re laser glasses, not 2020 glasses.
But if one guy’s lifting and the other guy’s spotting, who’s going to go over and pick up the papers? Spotter guy will have to slide them out with his foot, I guess… Okay, so it’s not an unsolvable conundrum. As you were!
The last panel shows us why J.J.’s a visual artist and not a poet.
We better beet it!
“…and boy, are my arms tired!”
Yeah, I’ll show myself out.
When asked if there were anyone who could explain the presence of the ghostly Grandpa from Family Circus, astronomers replied, “Not Me! Ida Know!”
Huh. I wonder if the cops are talking to that one neighbor who was so very into “chain maille.”
Not understanding the Antonio Rubino statement. If Rubino’s work “appeared shortly after this comic,” doesn’t that mean that Rubino’s style resembles that of Jansson rather than the other way around?