Is that the guy who was on America’s Got Talent: “My Girfriend’s Got A Penis”?
Homage: that was the word I was looking for. Same as some artists will reproduce Charlie Brown’s zigzag shirt pattern somewhere in the frame.
Ha ha! Poke at Pab!
The families I see are maintaining distance. Even the pair of dogwalkers I saw yesterday let the dogs interact at the end of the leashes while they stood apart.
That’s why I read the comics: to escape, if only for a little while.
Inorite? I knew there were kids in the neighborhood because I saw them at the bus stop; but otherwise, nada. Now, just to get exercise and get out of the house, I guess, families are walking around, even without dogs. A good trend. Here in CT the weather is warming up enough that some backyarding can be done. Maybe someone wants to rake my yard. For exercise.
Pab has suffered from an inability to bring jokes in for quite some time— was that for practice?
I love how her expression fades panel to panel. No photocopying here!
Also the drug with a possible side effect of constipation. Or diarrhea. You take your chances.
So I’m at a light, and a way-jacked-up pickup with huge mudder tires in front of me gets impatient, yanks the wheel to the right and guns it to change lanes. He over-controlled, swerved left, over-controlled again and swerved back to the right, crossed the (empty) right-turn lane, and into a gas station. Now fighting for balance, the right wheels lift as he misses the pumps. Will he? Will he? Annnnd over he goes, almost stationary as he flops onto the driver’s side right next to a pump. Like he wanted a fill-up and the gas cap was on the roof.I’m sure he wasn’t hurt though he’ll be sore tomorrow. Went back the other way 20 minutes later and he was gone. Did he drive it upright, as you do with a heavy motorcycle?Anyway, for some reason that cheered me up. Instant karma, and nobody else was even touched.